we are bound by the electric
tape of music, poetry, dance,
a binding that only the rough cut
of a blade can sever.

rings, each of us have worn,
gold bands, for me three,
which I wore about my neck,
reminder, rings are easy removed,

but bind us in love,
of the pleasure of,
all things beautiful,
and
our boundaries become
one and the same,
there is no sundering
as long as we can
read, listen and dance
to the art of us.