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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