We

In my mind’s eye,
we are one flesh;
you have renewed me so often
and I have bled for you so many times
that I believe what I feel
in my heart is your pulse;
that my eyes cry your tears.
In my mind’s eye,
we are one spirit;
you have given my heart and breath pause,
and taken up the space
in me
with your own self.
In my mind’s eye,
we hunger and breathe as one,
we seek and shelter as one,
we live and die as one.

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