“you should float between the borders” she says…
“i do”, i respond…
i exist between the borders…
have dwelt there, and here,
a lifetime, or two, it seems…
between the borders that define sexuality,
between the borders that define culture,
between the borders that define identity,
between the borders of your skin and mine,
between this living in, and out, of my mind
boundaries defined, and blurred
celebration… and denial
patience… and haste
harmony… and discordance
the boundaries that define
self and other
in the spaces
between our words,
where we make meaning….
in the places
between our bodies
where we yearn to connect….
in the energy
between our souls
where we seek to know….
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