Our World

We let the world be the world
with its drawn lines, drawn borders
its wide, blue painted seas,
its scale of distance,
separate countries
and we step into our own world
in which the only lines we draw
are those of poetry
we draw with our fingers
on each other
and the only distance we measure
is between two kisses


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