A tropical heat
sheltering
two specters
lost in time
in space
in themselves
the air outside
freezing
staring hotly
at a pool filled
with banal goldfish
instead of
morphing into
each other
because it
was not possible
yet his hand found
a phanthom thigh
her hand crept
hesitantly
into his
and just before
leaving this
insignificant
sanctuary
their eyes
ephemerally
intersected
for a flash
their ways
split as only
it was prescribed
in the visitor's book
of the greenhouse.
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