Parallel Lines

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Parallel Lines

She fantasizes
a tame snake nestled in
goose feathers.
White crown upon
plumed hair,
life cradled within
grassy fingers.
She sees
his laughter shake the earth.

He dreams
rainbow hues,
constellations burning, gracing
midnight blue skin.
Vulture wings carry
a balanced vase,
He sees
her swallow the sun
to birth it in the morning.

She fantasizes
paths taken to
wind back.
Destinations chosen too
early.
Her feet rooted in present soil,
only fruitful glances
at what could have been.

He dreams
of flesh coupled with
intellect,
broken chains
and
guiltless thoughts.
Threads to unwind,
the past
rearranged.

Their union in
desire,
voices meet through
onyx static.
Only
tedious tastes bestowed.
Relished turmoil.
Beloved confusion.
Each savor
inflates the
thirst, sears
the want, nails
the reality.

A simple stride
to cure the blindness
instead retreated.
Emotions heated,
bounce and sting,
endlessly sealed
within.

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