My Life In Word

ONE

Lying with my head on his chest
I am at peace
I am at rest
When two become one

Listening to the beat of his heart
Where do I end
And where does he start
When two become one

When he moves, I move
Lovers in sync
Lovers in groove
When two become one

His breath becomes mine
Lovers in tune
And in time
When two become one

We become, in essence, a singular soul
That even the angels
Question our melded mold
When two become one

Simona A. Brinson

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