the edges of myself

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.