In circles

We tiptoe
around the rim
of  an undulation.

Circling
we follow our ancestral paths
neither of us leaving our orbits.

At times our auras touch
briefly, tangentially,
creating a frisson
of unexplored sensations.

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You and I: Borders

You sharpened your sword and polished your shield.
I was armed with only a smile.
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Photo courtesy Magpietales

What matters

Don’t ask me to notice
if you lost or gained a few pounds.
I do carefully weigh
every ounce of what you say.

Your clothes are blue or brown?
what matters are the varied shades
of emotion
that cross your heart.
Whether you smile or frown.

Or even the new watch
on your hand.
Time doesn’t count
when we are together.