Two Lovers

by Nane Quartay

She came gently, pulling me.        
Fingers tickling me down            

Long, circular hallways.            

She knows no bounds.                
When I see her, If I see her        
When she lets me, If she feels me   
She flies high, I aim for the ground
She soars, knowing no bounds.       
Sometimes, she lets me catch her.   
If she only knew                    

The joy in pursuing                 

Two Lovers by Nane Quartay

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