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Poems by Inchiki
amour
a fragment of mine
long long ago
encountered
a piece of yours
it was the first day of spring
we hooked up
like coloured threads
over a barbed wire
escaping on the wind
and i felt the movement of planets
as our lives coalesced
we dove headlong
into collapsing waves
cancelling each other out
impossible now to sort the pieces
of the past in smithereens
love between us
like a prediction of fair weather
though in other realms
like in our thoughts
parts of us exist apart
or are just meeting for the first time
