The surface of things

I feel the corners of your eyes

Taking an aerial look at my hands

As they surely map a coffee route

For the sleeping limbs of you.

When they are done mirroring,

They cease numbing vulnerability

And raise to the warriors the heart

Needs to stand loud and bold,

Facing the uncertainties of the flesh.

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