Transitions

There is a certain joy in my sadness
Like vapor needs the death of water
Or when the moon rises with the fall of the sun
I bathe in the transitions that mark our seconds together
Like the breaking of the Earth to birth a new tree
Or when that gray area rears its’ ugly head to decree
It’s neither you nor me
I dance spiritually
In its’ Limbo
Evading talk of where our united souls can or can not go
We embrace this tug of war
This opposite action and reaction
This yes or no
This Carajo y Coño!
This right here is how I need you
Through the up and down
Sitting back in awe of what we found.

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