Two pools of blue pouring perpendicularly into a matching pair.
Freckles flickering in the same formula over curving cheekbones.
Waves of lips waning into identical winning smiles.
Narrowing noses nearing similar slopes.
As I take my brush and blur the lines into something untraceable:
A calculated delusion of warped features,
until I can't recognize the you inside of me.
[ Hay Meadows ]
