into each other's life we have crept
like the humidity on a hot summer day,
not looking either way before it
crosses the forbidden horizon lines;
into each other's thoughts we have
journeyed like Lewis and Clark,
whose dead remains send us
echoes of rumors forfeited;
into each other's hearts we
burrowed quite slowly but deeply,
leaving marks upon the scars
that somehow made them better;
into each other's arms we danced,
rubbing our bodies too close together,
feeling the surge of passion once
closing us off from further pursuits;
into each other's bodies our
metaphorical desires penetrated
without hesitation, removing all
doubt of simple, mere coincidence.
16Oct13
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