First coming they are always together, no sound
will separate them. They don't notice the walls
or marble columns. They move through the people,
not seeing them.
The walls are red, covered
The walls are red, covered
with pictures of small animals, statues
of animals surround them. In touching her
his hand is met by her skin, can't go farther.
People ask questions. There is no sound.
The silence presses around them, pushes itself
between them. He can still touch her hand,
let his own move up her arm. Their feet
are covered in the carpeting. A man comes
and tells them that everything has been
taken care of. The floor slopes in toward the wall,
red chairs rise above them. He can barely
hear what is being said.
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