and you turned when my hand touched your thigh.
I wanted to hold you tight in my arms,
your warmth mingling with mine.
But fearful of waking you,
I listened, instead
to the sound of your breath
and the thoughts it put in my head.
What are we, we two?
Separate, yet after so many years
there's something in us that's merged.
You're mine, and I'm yours,
but we remain independent;
neither is possessed by the other.
We're strangers whose paths
happened to cross,
our lives like strands of twine
which got twisted together
to make what appears
to be a unified line.
But your strand is yours
and my strand is mine,
and lying beside you,
and hearing your breath
I wonder what happened
that's brought us so close,
yet keeps us so far apart.
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