I wish I could trace our shadows
on the wall,
make a painting.
And it's weird,
when I didn't know the moves
I quieted the mind,
didn't panic,
relaxed,
and I felt them instead
from you,
as though we were one
single
unit
moving through this space
at this time.
A bow,
a breath,
finished but
connected still.
A kiss, my love
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