How Deep Our Hearts Have Grown

How deep our hearts have grown,
like roots into the Earth,
like boughs into the sky;
Love never have I known
but for your arms in mine
entwined,
our two suns
burning one into the other.

The color, at times, like Kandinsky’s yellow,
or his blue, at total rest,
toward bliss
even disembodiment–
so entangled are we
at such moments.

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