the parabola
of your umbrella
as you offer it to the girl
becoming
increasingly
damp
in the rain
the ellipse
of your lips
against
hers
the circle
of your ring
around her
pretty little finger
the hyperbola
of your backs
arched away from
each other
as you sleep
soundly
in your bed
(if only she were me)
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
the parabola
of your umbrella
as you offer it to the girl
becoming
increasingly
damp
in the rain
the ellipse
of your lips
against
hers
the circle
of your ring
around her
pretty little finger
the hyperbola
of your backs
arched away from
each other
as you sleep
soundly
in your bed
(if only she were me)
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