Contours Poem by Mark Heathcote

Contours



Contours of light
Web and thread,
Ears too nose.

Probe-from, fingertips.
—Warm, icy toes.

Curling, outwards
In their throes!

The night - two souls
Two, segments of—

The moon - combined too
Became - one whole!
Amid a starry desert:

One - watering hole.

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