with time, the lines we

with time, the lines we
draw are as imperceptible
as the ones we do
not draw, leaning
on the way we
recognize one
another, hold each
other’s identities
and desires in imperfect
balance. i am standing
in the shower again
for a moment longer,
no, even longer,
examining
the newest line
we have drawn, the old
lines we have crossed
.
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