And it is
the moment between breaths when
our eyes meet, shy, fluttering,
and strangers find some common bond
beyond the play of flesh and words.
And you are
something I dare not define if
I hope to evade the chasm of understanding
and just accept you as you are,
a mystery with a smile.
And we are
not quite so strange after all even
if we are not sure where each begins
and ends; in the binding
and the loosing, the taming
and being tamed: this is love.
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