By D. R. DiFrancesco

A single candle,

A dimly lit room,

Your face,

A flickering mix of light and shadow,

Still I would know you anywhere.

My fingers trace your silhouette,

I recognize every curve,

Committed to memory as if they were my own,

A map of the life we have lived together.

Is this not what love is?

Two souls conjoined,

Hearts beating in like rhythms,

Indistinguishable from one another.

Yet we are opposites,

In nearly every way dissimilar,

Inexplicably attracted though,

Balancing on a razors edge.

You turn to me,

The warmth of your breath caresses my ear,

Your tender moist kiss envelops me,

At once I am yours and you are mine.

We are one.