in the way of magnets
such exquisite dance of limbs
our opposition: arms crossed, back to back,
unrelenting stand-off
then such a turn, you and I
eye to eye, drawn down a path, pulled
suddenly together
with a force of ancient strength, our
two palms pressed
transformative and stuck.
(had a dream of magnets… inspired this 3:07A piece)
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