Brass / words / 2005 / Way

and there,
skin to skin
our destinies pinned

and there,
traveled sadness
residual quickness

and there,
something familiar
stirs within us

and there,
something plain
weaves throughout us

and there,
souls connect
barren contact

and there,
I feel you read me
you’ll never finish me

and there,
something amiss
sudden, sullen abyss

and here,
once dancing in doubt
I have finally
	   figured
	       you
		       out