not overly concerned
with beauty
i think and realize
it's topological
these lines
describing
curves and ridges
as if my heart
on skis
determines arcs
and the snow clad land
undulates to fit

somehow downhill
i am rising

it is these physics
of compression
and expansion
under your gaze

that unbinds me
why does my heart
have a ripcord

why is it
so easily pulled
even spectators

a drift is prepared
shift now
sinking and reaching

clutching and grasping
thumping now
i try to hold myself still