Happens,
In kitchens,
When onions are cut
And sulfur's in the air
And droplets of joy hop around
In temples
When you pray for me
And I watch your shoes
Weaving cocoons, my head to your toe
Behind car panes
As I hurriedly smear color
On my lips, into your heart
And all world turns red
At office gates
When you smile for me
And I wish for you, as we step into,
Alternate worlds, away from ours
Along dirty beaches
When I catch some peace
And you breathe in spirits
One to surge, the other to ground
When in bright-dark nights
You walk those dreams
And I watch your thoughts
We exchange smiles, fondly aware,
Of melting roles and shrinking spaces.
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