I
touch it with my hands
But feel
it inside me
The old
Beatles song
Ringing
in my head,
“I
am you, and you are me,
and
we are all together,”
tied
up in a know
neither
of us wants
to
escape from
each
move drawing us closer
and
more deeply bound,
a
binding that breaks flesh
to
get to the spirit
I
cannot breathe
Or think
Only
feel,
Each
lingering finger
Finding
space to fill
Like
the tip of tongue
Easing
in and out
Of the
vacant space
Left
by an extracted tooth,
Pressing
deeper into its hold
To taste
if not blood
Then
something just as sweet,
Never
satisfied
Always
needing to go deeper
Binding
tighter,
To touch
more
Until
we really do
Become
one
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