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.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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