I am the up-take of tears forming,
as my embrace of your presence.
if I had purity of breath to give you,
I would be third eye to third eye with you.
I would be with all of the motion of you
but without the burden of form.
we are one before thought exists.
emotion is our creed of connection,
both for what it is
and from where it comes from.
if heart as an occupancy in time and space,
we know of it from before then.
we are embodiment
before the thought of it occurs.
pain or indulgence do not distract us.
our method of form
is both tactile and tentative.
for we are from beyond
what that form expresses.
we have no measure of distance from the other.
siamese style would be acting out to see and say.
mood is distant outer apparel.
we are consumed is ever becoming.
we take off the we
when circumstance is absent.
I have no other as you.
we are full circle in the wink of an eye.
time is a pleasure at the petting zoo of existence.
all motion blesses us
with a means to express
the isness ever present . . .
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