some part of me with you

some part of me with you
is never solid

some bit never retains
its perimeter

it seethes, creates secrets
of light and shadow

the inconstant fore-edge
of a storm

some part of me with you
shimmers uncertain

seeps beyond the threshold
of thin skin

as if there were so much
of you within me

what is actually me
cannot be contained

and overflows

© Sarah Whiteley