Feelings entwining, mingling,
twisting around each other,
holding out tendrils like creepers,
grasping each other’s soft stalks,
Like vines to soar higher.
To merge, to seep,
to crash into each other,
like sea waves on a beach.
Flowing together
to become something nobler;
to feel one’s presence
through the other.
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