If you were on my mind
What words would give me away?
What would slip out of my hands
Trickling secrets from my throat
Filling in the cracks between the letters
Like caulk and analogy
If I spoke of firm hands
Gripping fabric like flesh
Would you picture your own?
If I mentioned a line of eyelashes
Painted in sumi-e brushstrokes
Would your own flicker in response?
Is there a fragmented thing being born
In the spaces between us
Filling in holes and improving conduction
Or do I fly under your radar
My words only ever saying what I mean?
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