Their parallel panting calmed, airily;
the pulsing sunk inward
to douse its obsidian sap
in a rhythmic well
composed of copper coins.
Receding, their bodies became crescents
and they cupped one another
like mutual wombs
whose fruit was self-conceived.
His knuckles fell loosely to her belly,
where gently he tugged on an endless and obscure
cord of Sources and Conclusions:
All Time had turned inward
to witness.
Limply, then, it fell to repose
inside the unveiling
of newer Nows.
Author notes
"How frail are we?"
In a list
Comments
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I am not sure what you mean by cupping?
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i like the fragility of it all
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