There's a line
which can be drawn in sorrow
that separates our two souls.
I've waited days,
months, years of emptiness
to grow close enough
to a heart to touch.
When my chest thrusted forward,
like a great proud bird,
I knew your heart was reaching for mine.
When we embrace
our hearts touch with electricity
and, like a spiritual defibrillator,
I am shocked alive.
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