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His gaze traced the curve of her hip.


She circumscribed the roundabout of his mouth and eyes,
Juggling them restlessly, feeling the tender weight of each.

They noted each other’s coordinates,
And carefully stamped the numbers into their own,
Well-traipsed, battle-scarred paths.

She enjoyed the traffic she knew she inhabited
Along his roads and highways;

Observing him chart her,
As she charted him;

Converting each other
Into the purplest of prose.