you jiggled the old key
into grooves
to turn the rigid cam
tang rests fully inside
secrets overflow
out of the small
heart-shaped doorway
filling small
quiet spaces
between us
fitting together
better
than ever
magnetic touches
electric kisses
strings tied together
we take turns sketching lines
mirroring beauty being drawn
in sand portraits of our stories
I beg hands to be gentle
holding my fragile drum
with perforated shapes
of previous gashes
with shoddy patches
too small to cover
our magic infused
plastilina molded piece
only just begun
to take form
forcefully asked
to stretch
and thin
across time
and space
painfully
prematurely
testing its substance
strength
retractability
I ache in anxiety
when it may reach
its limit.
