We could be
1.
overlapping feathers
upon the same wing
a double weave
silence and song
the same rhythm of hooves
the needle and the groove
chocolate caramel fingers
sharing the same sleeping bag
two trombones
tied in a knot
two poured paints
swirling in the whirlpool
the still eye of the storm
cradling a new colour
2.
washing machines
cycles synchronised
making our escape
shuffling out of the laundrette
bellies full of clothes
stained with summer
tumbling together
the gaping O’s
of our toothless mouths
frothing with love
