You follow me through myself
from room to room.
I become
your living space.
Windows look inwards.
A folding intimacy
forms pillows and cushions
of presence.
This mingling cohabitation
makes its own rules
of perspective and design.
The ergonomics of One
can bend light
as well as form.
I hold Your hand
but my fingers slip away
to be You.
Like wind writing on water
movement is our love
our soul.
