Paired, With Reservations

Paired, With Reservations The soft curve of her spirit- Her true shape only emergent after countless Half-glances in the half-light of morning’s edge. What line is drawn by the knife-edge of the sun’s first rays? Who is slain in that prime, resplendent arrival? Regardless it is a shiny death: an incidental manslaughter Making new cuts and reshaping the structure of our shared constitution: Reforming the meaning of our togetherness. Her form, her movement, creates contrast. Motion is wonder’s conciliator, unearthing profundities and Burying banalities under underfoot miles and myriad beads of perspiration; Forging ahead together through the nascent day. To what end? Running lines: some arbitrary and intangible, others geometrically Pronounced in yellow and white, dotted and solid, faded and new. Drawing new lines: making demarcations- parameters implicitly set- So close yet never intersecting: paired, with reservations.