The amalgamation of you and me
occurs within the in-between
topologies: like the thin thread
stitching the ocean to the sea,
the atypical actions of you and me—
in unprejudiced opposition—define
this mutualism, that movement
which is ours. We are broken.
This is our nature.
Like the wind I long to interlace
myself through the empty
spaces between your fingers, yet
everything is fleeting as we
are young and stupid and mean,
as we are catalysts and this is
a loophole of time.