low angle photo of bird flying during night

inside my head
I call out to
the other inside
her head

I sense
her there

without words
as colors do
we blend to
new meaning
in a way only
felt, sensed

we are as children
at frolic on sand
laughing in waves
that roll to shore

hand in hand we glide
on our heels downhill
kicking up pebbles
and dust in our braking

around curves and
squared corners

till full bore
in open field

I scream out to
the other outside

never let go
hold tight

Chagall 2020
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