Dating : Glint

With little more
than a sliver,
a mirror tossing
hilts in glint,
to reckon with
your presence writ
beyond the edges
of my vision
interjects the wheel
of afternoons,
announcing to
this tarentelle in blue
that your dimensions
are the only ones
that I can prove exist,
as long as they can fit
between my fingers
and the truth
our tender prism
recollects

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