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
🙂 Beautiful Sarah
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Thank you, Laz! 🙂
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Ah, the people who make us mutable. Beautiful, Sarah.
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