Your whisper pounds my heart's rood
Rushing throbbed tsunamis throughout
So that the pulsing of my tepid blood
Expands even whisper into a shout.
Truly, our spirits have met before
Settling by parts in others we've known
Or rising from forests and familiar lore
To caress as a breeze softly blown.
Now as your fragments coalesce,
With each salient, cognizant burst,
A universe builds and draws me close
Till this body pounds with burning thirst.