Let me find you, let me take a class in You-101,
let me learn you, blindfolded, let me read the Braille on your body as it rises
to the occasion, I’m already blind with love, I’ve looked at the sun too long.
Let me listen to your soul like music, let me taste you like the meals you
bring home at night, you are a sensory experience, you are a sensual experience, I feel like I know
you but there lies the danger. How can you know a person? How can you know a
soul? Your spirit is infinite. Self blends to Source in a slippery slope domino chain of the cosmos. To say that
I know you is to say I know every star in the universe and its workings. To say
I know myself is one and the same. I feel so close to you but never too close
for comfort, fitting you inside of me but only pieces, never the whole. I will
not claim you, only love you, and in love always ask you to be free.
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