I

Hold
My
Still heart
In Your Soul.
Let it make you whole.
Perhaps they broke your heart to shreds
Fading you into a mere ghost leaving you half dead.
We split apart aeons ago, as our atoms sped away, we knew the road ahead.


II

Old
Souls
Newborn
Weep no less
Than fresh beginners
Life, a journey without journals.
No mapping the story so far, no plot directions
The wounds take the same time to scab but the self-healing of the hurts is enlightenment.


III

I
Died
Smitten
By a kiss
Shattered beyond bliss,
Simultaneously sheltered.
Groping a foreign body, seeking the soul within
Your chaste hands on my dissolute hips, twin butterflies blessing me with baptismal wings.


IV

You
Are
Solvent
I, Solute.
You are resolute
I am wanton and whimsical.
You are the fearless calm, facing my impulsive storm
When we switch places, the journey begins, rocked to the stars and back, cradled in your gale.