Affection
In a white living room I was
surrounded
by rivers of affection
streams red with a foreign kind of
love
they entangled and paired
and connections were
perceivable
among gazes and words
dressed
in silver and pink I was there
and yet
somehow omitted as friends are
sometimes
when the blood-related gather
I was counting the words like
lazy raindrops
or sheep when I fall asleep getting
lost in the numbers I stopped
while
a few shy words stumbled out
of my mouth
awkwardly positioned I smiled a few
times
and found my space in the corner of
a couch
while the lilies of affection kept booming
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