you, me

You

me

your chest, mine

there making a new shape.

We were two

bodies, separate but

in the space where the shape forms–

where we form a new shape–

two spirits remain two spirits yet

two bodies form one.

In a moment tinged with ecstasy and

grief a new shape bursts into existence: a glowing bulb at the tip of

a match after it runs down the length of its’

jagged carton.

Your chest, mine

me

you.

 

 

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