Our fingers trace lines of graphite,
Betwixt us.
Inter tangle, tracing the foundation lines,
For love. The bands and loops
They twist and twine sharpening focus,
Lead stars. Expand and overshadow. Everything.
They came, pink and white. Full fleet.
Like an eraser or blade-
Our traced lines stand but a small chance
Against their critical edge,
Cut small.
The clean pathways and vulnerabilities,
Our love nearly stunted.
Built our bonds and carried on,
Sharpened our tools and sought again,
To engrave a future for the twining lines,
Now stark and dark and clear,
Not blind.
The lines repelled the wretched blade that cut-
Their sons and daughters down,
Doubt did one side,
Emotion, the other-
Cross the lines and lean on each other.
