United States
47° 29' 37.5576" N, 122° 7' 21.3636" W

These eyes are round gems
black, I get lost in the looking.
We do not speak.

Our words, cut short,
leave telling shadows
pooling, staining the table cloth.

Fingers, once twined,
departed to merely rope.
This connection is threadbare.

Time has birthed two mirror-images.
I look at this writhing heart
black, I get lost in the looking.


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