as if stars washing up on shore
he comes back to me
I sneak into him by
his fingertips and their softness
sailing days and their tiredness of solitude
heart and its openness
the magnanimity of him being vulnerable
right there I find myself gasping
how can a coat cover his expansiveness this coming winter?
only to find his spirit slightly behind his body, unable to fit in
inspiring him through me
I cuddle in
and to my amazement
hear him uttering my words
a Self prophecy
are we mirrors or One
in the heart of the unknown?
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