now it is my time to refine.
I had lived twice;
the third became the sixth.
the space between us had visible lines,
but she liked what she saw —
not that she wanted to see them,
not that she ever tried.
she liked, sincerely liked,
at that time,
the distance we had
complimented.
on a warmer day,
she was there to break it all down,
flatten it out and lay it on the ground.
she stole a few pieces,
kept you seeking.
yet the epiphany of the heat
still remains beyond my words
in our missionary sanction.