One...
The moment in time
when I knew.
What divides me into you.
The amount of seconds
it takes
to flip the switch
and meld into
the loveliest black.
The muscles
along your back
make sleek rods
of iron.
what the loneliest number
reveals.
as eyes open
to discover
a vibrating hand.
© 2007 Noelani Mahana (MLB). All Rights Reserved.
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