I lie here,
having found pieces of you
tangled up
in me.
Our fingers thread
together,
and fall apart again
so you can weave words with your hands,
gestures telling a story,
but it is in your jade green eyes
that I hear
your sentences
merge into one rambling tale,
telling me
in between the pauses when your eyelashes blink
it is then you look up,
hold my gaze,
take my hand, so
our fingers thread
together,
and fall apart again.
Author: Jes Wright
Editor: Renée Picard
Photo: Pixoto/Octavio Solorzano
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