Saying and Said

For Arielle,

In every 'I love you'

There is something indefinite

Something unsayable

Or how else could it be rearticulated anew each time?

It is this love blurring and upholding boundaries

of Me and You

I want to grow in this love

In the abyss between ground and nonground

this ever-different




The End

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