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Ann McGregor Sep 2012
Entwined,
Elbows akimbo,
We make casual conversation.
Your hand on my ***.
We discover the world
Seeing very much the same thing;
An arm, a leg
A slippery smile.
Ann McGregor Sep 2013
Tied
as if woven:
an intricate lacing.

One thread
no more
than the other.

Separate,
each a single strand.
Enjoined,
a strong tapestry
of infinite beauty.

Its texture rich,
its hues brilliant;
Simplicity in its grace.

Try to explain....
...it unravels.

Never one easy thread.

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