p.152

here is now
my eyes follow
the outline of this moment
strict lines remind me
I’m here
here is your words
my hands near my cheek
a release
of tension in my neck
eyes that slip
slipping silently into
easy dormancy
just barely grasping
the lines that used to
define this moment
but now distort and
morph your words
my hand near my cheek
now a haze.
here is grey
here goes silently
unannounced
transformed
remembered as easily
as it is forgotten.

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