The Poet Views the Poem

Where do I end
and you begin?

Ephemeral ideas
born of ambient love,
the color of yellow roses
pinked by the sun.

I dare not separate
the you from the I
for fear of losing you.

And so we flow together
indistinct in form
vibrant in substance.

The gentlest reader,
The most pernicious reader
cannot prise us apart.

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