limn

in the hushed dawn
of grey winter
we curl together
a pair of question marks
on plain cotton sheets
asking how and who and why
write out the answers
on bare skin
with invisible ink
that streams from fingertips
as from a calligrapher's pen
we limn our lines/our lives/ourselves
drawing words
bright and bold
telling and told
defining/outlining/opining
reading and rereading each other
enthusiastic students
curious and voracious
the morning
as holy and hushed
as a library