Celeste and Urvashi continue their conversation:

celeste at an angle

urvashi

celeste prowls through my thoughts.

she is languid.

i smell the reverence

she hides behind her rampant cynicism,

pungent incense,

in a sacred corner

just out of sight!

she is burning the exotic woods of herself,

releasing smoke streams

up my spine

urging my mind into contemplation

of strange new possibilities,

her alien and familiar shapes

intertwining

with mine.

“i think we may share a quarter of a brain,” i say.

she merely laughs,

pulls out a protractor,

analyzes my various angles

until i’m sure i don’t know myself so well

anymore.