one life weaves into another
through tiny tendrils
little feelers
microscopic chords
a touch on the waste
lips brushing forehead
a phone ring at three in the morning
all send another shooting connection from
body to body
reds, golds, purples, greens
until the two are connected by millions of invisible fibers
wrapping through the rib cages
crushing two souls together into one colorful mess
of dreams and thoughts
atoms and organs
two eventually wrap together into one
and on the worst days, crumple into each other
dependent on the ties that bind them
hoping they'll never break