When we are one, it
is at the top of a peak —
it is quiet, silence and light
the air and temperature
is of no real importance —
a veil flows like a flag.
However there is no
bottom beneath us.
How I got there, unknown.
But at a moment, he
appears and we interlock.
He holds me and assures
I am whole and healed
for I am there, within him.
Notes,: this poem is free-verse, yet in the container of a Sonnet. It follows no rules like scansion, because this is a metaphysical conceit bound solely to beauty, built with the castle like form of a sonnet.
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