She took
and he let her,
because he was whole
in the pieces she “borrowed”.
His hopes and fears dripped
into her cupped hands
and she drank him down thirstily.

They took
and he let them,
because it was better
than knowing alone.
They gathered up
his brief infinities
and patched him into their souls.

He took
and she let him.
The circle remained unbroken
as her optimism shined
in his eyes.