If eyeballs are first
in the connection of hearts
then it is hair that fills in the blanks.
It weaves in like a blanket
with summer sunlight illuminating its fine filaments
sunbleached with all possible storylines
the hefty weft of right and wrongs
the warp of fights and uncontrollable laughter
and as it grows out
well,
But it is the throat the seals the deal
when the music of words
invites you for a swim
and the vibration of deep cords
strums the opening to an epic.
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