twin vectors of self
diverge yet peep inside
to track each other’s paths
almost like lovers’ glances
unable to depart
sparks arise
trajectories collapse
they reunite
escape prevented
tied in a knot
of binary velocity
A.H (ironically just one set of initials, 18th October 2021)
edit 19/10/21 – I wrote and put this up yesterday, then reconsidered as I realised it may have a vulgar reading, but have decided to put it back, maybe it has that, but i was thinking of grief and love when I wrote it and reunions with oneself and so maybe, though the poem doesn’t (yet) do it with something else.
a blind catch in the sun 