Looking and Listening

Her voice engages me,
asks me to listen to her read
something from that book
that she has been looking
at for days,
studying, dissecting,
digesting its inner wisdom,

and when I look up
to glance
in her direction
all I can think of is,
"Yes, I see you there."

Her delicate intricacies
splayed like columns
holding up the world,
the legs of the elephant
which stands on a turtle's back

and outside the rain falls
and I need to stand in it
and feel its touch.

The mottled light
through the window
has cast a texture
on her skin
and I am
in awe
of this developing notion
of her augmentations.

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