There is something gently comforting
how we come together when we talk
like two quiet streams meeting
we flow together seamlessly
and no one who watched us
would realize we had been separate a minute before
but you are clear and wild like a torrent from a mountain
and i am dank and dark like the effluent from a swamp
or maybe you are the swamp
i know one of us is a swamp
and yet somehow when we are together
you make me green and peaceful
overhung with willows and flowering vines
and when we are alone together
it is the rapids again
the waters thrown together
a maelstrom which drowns out everything else
until spent like a hidden pool we sleep
how lovely this is, but the willows weep
when apart we keep
and we watch the dams built
to redirect the flow
haunted because we are the builders
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