By Bryan Wegman.
Turn round
The space fills
Your arms bubble
You legs still
Each time
The marble meets
The space closes
Myy heart beats
Open up
The words you speak
Don’t keep them bundled
Up in a heap
The static glistens
Your eyes shine
Moonlight shadows
Two empty glasses of wine
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