Not Two

The hard boundary
You set between us 
Keeps the border secure 
Safely contained 
In the pericardium 
Of your heart 

Careful to not disturb 
Your comfort zone 
You hold me on the edge 
Of a death-fall crevasse 
Threatening to let go 

But the blackout curtain
Of your self-imposed limits 
Is in fact a semi-permeable layer 
Which allows the osmosis of being 
To bleed us together 
Into a new life form 

Like tree branches rushing close 
To almost touching 
branchlets in the canopy 
Stopping just short—- 
In a dance that draws us 
Nearly intimate—-
but still allows 
The light to filter 
through and dapple 
the forest 
floor