Line Of Silence
A luminous, endless circle,
that icy pool with a noodle to hold.
An entwined reflection,
you can’t see where either one ends.
A heart made permanent with a sharpie,
love letters held inside a shadow box.
An irregular coffee stain on an old table,
we made a mess of lust that morning.
Finishing a sentence with no words,
enjoying an agreeable line of silence.
Little things, an incredible shape,
the outline of devotion.
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