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Communion of souls

Connection isn't measured by the ticking of a clock or the slow and steady passage of years
Neither is it defined by proximity or convenience
It comes along and shakes things up
It lights a fire in your soul and you let it guide you, and teach you, whatever the cost.

It's the communion of like-minded souls
Coming home to one another after a lifetime apart
It's a transformation that tears you up
Leaves you breathless, then renders you whole.

We find it where magic and depth converge, and there
We are overcome by feeling with a profundity of meaning.

I yearn for the essence of you
That brings out the fullness of me
Each timeless encounter is where I am changed
When lips meet
When conversation flows
Even in silence
Even apart

Terrifying and agonizing
Inspiring and calming
Joy and pain
Courage and fear
Laughter and lust

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