At the Delta

I approach you ever closer,
slipping for a moment into you,
the two of us one hand
reaching for a glass,
one movement towards the door,
one voice
speaking one thought.
I do it effortlessly,
without intention,
because you are now
so much a part of my being
that I flow
with your motions and thoughts,
like two streams meeting.
Even I cannot tell
where I end
and where you begin.
And then I slip apart,
when your surprised eye meets mine,
a sudden jolt of separation,
lonely, anxious, solitary.
I am waiting for the day
when there will be no surprise
in your dark eyes,
where we will slip together
into each other,
like two rivers that merge
into the sea.

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