after Michele Seminara #2 - ‘Disperse’
It’s not a shame to watch time
move across your pores, fractals
a blemish is not impure
my fingers outlining your skin at the point
where veins begin to show
a detailed pattern, expanding symmetry
revealing what could only be
proof of change
your heartbeat a butterfly effect
beating at increasingly fine magnification
the fluency, transience
every moment progressing towards disorder
I’m redefining my idea of beauty
of divinity as repetition, the familiar, the self-similar
looking at an invisible point ahead: your drishti
as if you were here, and I could reach out and take
your hands, working their way in and out of
the sink, twisting against the inevitable
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