One Heart

One Heart

The Venn diagrams of our hearts overlap,

a quiet eclipse where edges fade,

where ink and breath, silence and song

meld into something nameless—

something whole.

Not two hearts pressing, merely touching,

but a longing so complete, so sure,

that where you end and I begin

becomes a question without need—

a river forgetting it was ever streams.

Oh, to dissolve in that sacred space,

to let the lines of self grow thin,

until no map can tell us apart,

until only one heart remains—

beating, pulsing, infinite.