Sprawled across the knee

My own

Unsure of how to place themselves

Unable to refrain movement

But drum their soft pads

Against the rough, dark-wash fabric

Duh-duh-duh-dum duh-duh-duh-dum duh-duh-duh-dum


A mirror image from the left side

Like a fraternal twin

To barely touch

With light movements, a small brush

Slows the pitter-patter

Like a conductor

Approaching the end of his symphony


A gradual match

Joint to joint, knuckle to knuckle, palm to palm

The delicate tendons relax

Like the discovery

Of the final piece

In the upper left corner

That was under your chair the whole time



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