Rumor has it
that the mercury
in this global climate
is festering with deep infection
that melts us,
folds in on itself
and then disappears
into the faces of our neighbors.
His brown face
and black eyes, glancing,
will touch the tender skin
of a blond body
at the moment of meditation,
and souls switch, in silence,
without anyone knowing
any better.
Her red curls
skip and sing
against the prayer rug
of a total stranger
and never miss
a thing.
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