Mapless
Plied tenterhook,
round pout of reach
when I stretch
my flower mouth
toward yours
as house finches
shelter beneath
the linden while tea
grows cold, forgotten,
these rooms we
tumble through as if
in a boat, steering
through the waves
of new territory.
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beautiful
I love this so much. The imagery is so peaceful, but makes you feel that almost lost feeling.