My Soulmate, A Poem
By Cecil Cinquain
My soulmate lives
but distantly and faraway;
and we can never touch
or ever even be in that way,
and I cannot say
that we are much alike—
but when our hearts lay open,
the other understands
and shame is never there,
it is all,
to the little last bit of it,
an unending consent
that not without
I could ever live.
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