Soft cellular,
as we kiss up from atomic.
Where in-breath whispers
get their bellow source
to shape what others would call,
language to speak.
From this liquidity within,
everything is share-finding
frame and poignancy.
Fluency from the heart to heart.
The quantum of us dancing
from depths within.
Even knowing is the last
of surface self to identify.
The song we harmonize
may someday find words.
Our nervous systems,
are as tongues,
before tango includes other body parts.
We take off our separateness
from each other
to be
at a depth beyond bone . . .
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