Natasha, I love you
despite knowing love is more
than seeing you
(Untitled Fragment)
The angles of your wrists
preserve a certain mystery,
unknown by any lips
or written down in history.
To measure their degree
would solve the oldest question -
providence and alchemy
answered in your gestures.
But god and gold will never rival
the way your fingers curl.
They hold my breath's arrival
like a rare and undiscovered pearl.
House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
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