to be a heart
in search of a heart
like the moon
yearns for the sun
it is
a lonely pursuit
what keeps us
apart
is part of
the attraction
loose limbed and
finite
we are fine
and fair and wishing
we were rare, still
we are apart even
when we are enfolded
in an embrace
because i can always
see where i end
and you
begin.
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