The elastic boundaries
of love are no boundary
as you trace my mind
with the fingers of your kindness
and your intelligence.
You trickle this emotional stream
with every tear, giggle, and frustrated sigh.
I am a twin conjoined with the blunt attention
to the flesh woven with a soul
shared and unable to ravel
even if we knew how
to give up on each other.
The sand is no line to draw
impermanent figures
that will only be washed away
with a single, delicate
wave goodbye.
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