The planes of our bodies,
curving ever closer towards each other—
yet never touching.
Lips have opposing charges,
magnets inexorably pulling closer—
polarity flips last minute.
Hands calling for their soul mate,
fill the void between fingers—
fist-clenching black hole consumes.
One whole divided,
symmetrical entities on either side—
lines blur to mosaic.
Love inches towards fruition,
looming cusp of completion—
disappears within a hairsbreadth.
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