there is a nest we make, our arms weave
the lobe of an ear, corners, blanketed
the curve of your face puzzles my collar
bone, the way we used to fit, a reinvention
as the space we now occupy holds
separate weight, we balance against each other
& purposeful, you sand the lines
from my face
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 9:01 PM UTC
there is a nest we make, our arms weave
the lobe of an ear, corners, blanketed
the curve of your face puzzles my collar
bone, the way we used to fit, a reinvention
as the space we now occupy holds
separate weight, we balance against each other
& purposeful, you sand the lines
from my face
