The cartography of time
breaks apart my self-image.
I play hide and seek
with the restless and moving.
In the half-light of two
flames go in and out
of the same fire
seeking something to burn
but here where desire
flows out and in
this hide and seek
is the small talk of one tongue
giving thanks.
Image: "Lovers" (c) Rene Margritte
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