Acquaintance
We often meet
in between lovers,
on dim landings
of a spiral stairwell...
as
loosened and torn
between
ascent and descent..
our chests often
pause for breath.
In those few seconds
of skin brushing skin
our eyes anchor
at each other’s twinkles -
Dreaming of similar
impossibilities,
our hard-set jaws
soften once more.
We know that..
we know.
The Spiral Staircase -- Lisa Rye
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