how the wind may seem to bend a flower to the lake

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.

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