On Möbius paths we replay our yes
Questions answered only by love’s mystery
Slowly, our spines mime our smiles
We dance, skirting the edges of a finish
In synonyms we drink, breathe in all fire
burning all but the taste of life’s sweet citrus
This poem is the 5th stanza of Borrow (working title) from the Sestina Synthetica project on Chalkboard.
