I keep saying the same
things to you
(what else is there to express)

It feels good to need it to want it
to share it to be overflowing with it
to wince from the pain of it turning in

expansion and contraction
magnetic attraction and repulsion

am I softer or smarter
or lost and easier than ever

(and some trick of my brain, or the
warm dim lights of this room
remind me once again
that you are like no other
and that you fit into my soul
perfectly)