Love Surfaces
Without surfaces
we'd not know where
the rain'd been...
Without surfaces
her
surfaces
we'd not know where
my lips'd been...
The edges, the rough
edges; the torn ones, too.
The edges, the curls;
the tendrils hiding ratios
both shadowed and golden.
The curves, the crests...
Her surfaces and I plunge
beneath.
Her surfaces and We
surfaces.
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