Watch me multiply the threads of infinity
as you close your eyes, mourning the symmetries
of love and fear, feeling desire emerging in your
veins once again.
Watch me breed enthusiasm while you seek
for shelter in poems written in awe and pain
where my lust and passion shall remain.
I make you whole so rest your thought
with an open hand and breathe your
significance upon me.
I make you whole.
I am your soul.
Karla Bardanza
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