at the center of mutuality
is a capacity for unsaidness.
in subtlety,
evocatively claimed.
two bodies in same hammock,
momentously swinging.
inner pace,
two rowing for hours,
in one canoe of being present.
resolve
having a communal readiness.
sweetness and sorrow,
intoxicants commonly consumed.
tuning forks
pitched in sync
with each other,
having the musicality
of collaborative mind styles.
each, listening to the words,
both feeling the sounds,
going where
the walk of the other
takes them.
playing the one harp
of their lifetime,
uncommon deeds
but commonplace intent.
when, at the heart of the matter,
not reciprocal
but breathing accord . . .
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