It always seems to be
about crossing
hands fingers arms wrists
promises eyes intentions
subtle or even sublime
together twisting
across
falling climbing dropping
the first time
a first time we share
twirling ribbons with our eyes
far-reaching fathoms
wind-whipped and smitten
projected times
Sade sings our theme song
across and over
time and a half
natural
seconds count
about as much
as angry glimpses
slipped and slipping
never welcome visits
always about crossing
back toward
the other's shadow
legs and feet bring us
together
mender and mentor
and then together
cramped station cohabitation
and finally
together
con et cetera
our finest creation
about crossing
hands fingers arms wrists
promises eyes intentions
subtle or even sublime
together twisting
across
falling climbing dropping
the first time
a first time we share
twirling ribbons with our eyes
far-reaching fathoms
wind-whipped and smitten
projected times
Sade sings our theme song
across and over
time and a half
natural
seconds count
about as much
as angry glimpses
slipped and slipping
never welcome visits
always about crossing
back toward
the other's shadow
legs and feet bring us
together
mender and mentor
and then together
cramped station cohabitation
and finally
together
con et cetera
our finest creation
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