Dec 18, 2009 02:22
Unless some nameless effort effaces possibilities within the null
and the number of numbers overall, truncated
blunders of a continuum that does not exist,
represent all that I have written prior to knowing you
having exhausted the language capable of describing
the intensity of feeling that is created with thoughts of us
as a unit of joined parts, the team matriculated
when you and I become we, conjunctive
conundrums in and of ourselves,
joined by synchronicity and sense
having found myself paltry
in the power to describe
the palpitations of my heart
pull closers so that I may
project them inwards towards yours
that they may live forever reminded
of that symmetrical language of the blood,
thicker than water
carrying all we have,
breath after breath.