"Dialogue"
by Tim Kavi
flexible bending
matter
stretching
across
the birthing
membranes of time
there is
a certain saying
that establishes
identities
for a moment
a view
a position is
stated
in living
morphing
dialogue
bending reality
to a new
place
strikes the pose
anew
I beheld You
hearing what is said
spoken
in movements
that bled
your deepest
sorrows red
yet will
bring tomorrow's
joys
birthed in love
no longer dead
ideas
live in the meeting
of two
until
there is a certain
greeting
in the breath
of what
I and Thou
said.
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