I haven’t thought of a title yet

I was writing a poem

but then i stopped, 

realising i was the poem.

I pointed to my toes,

each one of them,

and my shins,

and kept going up.

and then I saw your toes, spread out, splayed a little, from the weight of you

and realised you were the poem, too.

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