I don't recall the author, or the title (otherwise I could just google it) but the poem goes something like -
You turn away from me at the kitchen sink one time and ask me what colour your eyes were.
I stand near you, not touching you or speaking.
Some time must have passed, because after I answer you ask what took so long.
Geographies of sky between clouds fill my mind. To me no time has passed at all.
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Anyway, that's about as close as I can remember it. If anyone can help me find the actual poem, and the author, please please help. Thanks.
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