like the meeting of families
there is a rush to something relevant
airy, and windy
there are soft vein in the toughest bodies
no one thinks when you hug
another that you are accepting everything
all the living cells, the ones dying
the ones about to become something or someone
else. This is how the meeting of souls
happens, brief and brisk
you decide to abide by the laws
that everyone resents yet no one
has stated true. This is what happens
when my soul meets yours
there is a hint of the wind
as I embrace your cells
all of you and none of you too
this is how souls meet, a little late
to the parties surviving
purring, in a time and
a body undecided by
circumstances.
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