I wonder if you too recognised
how effortlessly we breached the surface,
burrowing into more intimate clutches
as though we had always belonged.

How we danced beneath a curious calm
during the swift but gentle tensioning,
finding comfort in the magnetism 
that enraptured us –
a balance of delicate forces
to which we beckoned no resistance.

As we strayed across the threshold
we were barely static enough to notice;
the merging of our consciousness
and the melding of our energies,
until suddenly, we were inside each other.

We were losing ourselves in mysterious magic.
There was no turning back,
we needed only to know more.

Shackled.
These tethers naught but abstract,
yet these invisible threads 
were bound tighter than any rope
from the moment our souls engaged.

I’m certain there lies an undercurrent
that set our lives on course to meet.

I wonder if you too felt the way
you reached deeper than ever before,
as if you were flawlessly inscribed 
with a memory, wielding the precise ways 
to unlock my secrets, and the deepest dark of me.

How there were moments when you spoke
and I was sure my silent thoughts
had drifted to you and lingered, 
because the words rolling off of your tongue
could have been penned with ink from my veins.

As we revel in this synchronous symphony
our resonance is tuned to the same frequency, 
a soothing ever-presence, the way
echoes of our tangled embraces
endlessly flutter upon skin – 
reminders that we found ourselves
inside one another.

We are irreversibly lost in mysterious magic.
There is no turning back,
we will always need to know more.

I wonder if we can ever really understand
how the world makes such significant shifts, 
little by little, so that two precise points 
can come into perfect alignment.

How we come to feel that we are one fractured whole –
two separate and unique entities 
that can create pure harmonic polarity when
unified in an exquisite coalescence.

It is within this perfect symmetry
that I wonder, if we are truly mirrors – 
two bodies inhabited with just one soul.

I don’t think we’ll ever really know.

I know this, though…
Love is no coincidence.

We met in the darkness
and with a frightening familiarity
my heart had welcomed you entirely, and
my soul had memorised every part of you
long before the illumination that allowed 
my eyes to recognise who you really were.

I wonder if you too realise
that you are pieces of me I’ve never known.
If you too believe,
that in each other we have found
splintered fragments that we had
forever been yearning for.

How in this seamless collision,
it feels like we have always belonged.

I’m certain there lies an undercurrent
that set our lives on course to meet.