that you brought back and
forth and our chairs grew
strong but our legs
ran free.
this is the story of
us; our separate
us.
these gaps are the
fulfillment voids that
each master created when
they believed in our
opaque eyes and velvet
heart beats. beats of
heart and shifts from your
every bodily movement;
in and out.
black chair waiting for my
collaboration of indigo
and disruptive laugh lines
to suddenly my
memory.
