Y-Shaped Fissure

“It’s the first thing I notice”, you say With your head tucked down, “It’s just… there.” It’s the first thing I notice too, although My eyes are not yours. You’d rid it, chop the part of you That you like least off. But I… It’s the first thing I’d kiss. Cold and hazy morning Two perfectly parallel alabaster pebbles Their shallow basin dipping in between Half asleep, half awake.