Sunday, October 24, 2021

to love you

—deeply would arise from intimacy I’ll never have with you.

Yet, such intimacy, I suppose, is in your life.

How may it show in words?: as if “my words are already yours because we’re each other’s best complement”?

Here of us, there for each one.

“Here I am,” we say of us.

Here, what’s ours belongs.