Laminar Flow


Every little moment had its own fluidity

And seeped into the next one.

Bath water kisses

Easing my temples into rest

With perfect softness.

Whisper me to sleep:

I can only hope to seep

And permeate into your tomorrows

As condensation on your glass roof

(Draw a heart in it before you crash through).

The stars are our phosphors,

Our water glows,

You and I together:

Laminar flow.



Megan Hopkin
Illustration: Claire Palmer

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