I can’t fathom a way
in which I don’t love you.
the perfectly arcing circle–
a rounded perspective– each
angle revealing a larger truth–
an exponential expansion.
I can’t find the words or
articulate the sentiment– but feel
with every cell of my being the
constant communication from
my soul to yours– messages travelling
back and forth along
invisible wires instantaneously.
downloading the necessary
information– a coy smile and knowing nod.
the easy give and take–
harmonious understanding of one who
is such a mirror of myself– at times
the edges blur and my form
seeps into yours– an overwhelming
desire to take and be taken,
feed and be fed.