kindred spirits
like my brother
like your sister
two, more like one
becoming
an understanding language of one another's soul
laughing inside each other's heart
laughing inside our laughter
if I could kiss your lips
sweet of honey on a rose
touching fingertips
washing over us
bringing us to shore
the sea of love
this heady delight, if not love, then what
two, more like one
becoming
catherine meyers
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