in which the plains (of north and cunning)
she manipulates the mind of warm breezes
gentle waters drip upon their skins
neatly rinsed together, separate but
same to her, with her words
a drawn kiss to both lover
and privately declared of friend
the splitting of seconds in tempered
smiles, slowly moving time to fit, unfit
affection of him (nervous and controlled)
moments made to divide the undecided
conquer, as numbers slip him into the aligned
stars of unaligned lovers and perpetual loneliness