If ever we choose each other
for love, it will be with eyes
spread wide open, by the nature of
our being completely alive
together,
meeting this moment face-on.
Even if we are only infinitesimal
dust motes on God’s flash drive,
heart sings out to heart
as it wishes,
no boundaries, no judgement,
no limits.
J. Pratt-Walter, © 4/1/2019
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