Breathe: poem

I was hoping

to sit

with you in a time

when we’re not impressing

other people

or each other

with our soldier-like stances

marching the street

chin skywards


I was hoping to speak

in our own voices

not in the confidence

we both wear

round our shoulders

like coats

we put on

when it’s raining


Turn off our booming sonars

a pretence

to blur our dots

on the radar


Just touch fingers

not grab hands

Trace each other in figures of eight


Take off our masks

breathe each other in for a while




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