Her: 

the surface of water
pretends calm
until a bubble of heat
breaks.

anxious tension can’t hold
present circumstances
so I try to read our future in rolling surfaces,
worried water.

the pop of bubble skins
into crackly textures of mis
direction
outward and upward all at
once.

so distracted by appearances
i don’t see the black of bottoms
until too late
when jagged edge
holes the surface of water

in an appeal for attention.

Him:

Posted by:jasmine

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