Does my blood need a motive
to travel the length of my body,
picking up waste, discharging waste,
taking on health? Do I need
to explain why loving you
is important and why leaving
is equally so, as when my blood
slows, meeting impediments, halts
and dies? You and I have met
to transact some business
between us and my delight
is in measure with our success
and my warmth towards you.
What other meaning can I find
for us, if there be meaning here
as when stars collapse
and new ones are born
out of the same matter?
Between Us
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