I am broken.
But in the way that I am blind to it

So are you blind.
But I see it and hear it.
As you point to my cracks and pieces

when first I saw only your lures.

and I think you saw mine.

yours round and soft

mine hard and square

my fascination to explore the shadows within

your mystification at what made me a mountain in your sky

I reach to touch your peaks
like silk buttons I feared you would hide again and that I would be wrong for desiring this.

you reached to feel what could be used roughly and wrongly but...