Assimilation
light lies along your side
like a pillar of salt
from some faraway desert
where the sun cuts sharp
here is a land of boundaries
shadows and light locked in place
you stand there unmoving
within a forest of stones
In my dreams I am at your side
part sunlight
part whisper
do you hear me
I will weave myself
between your molecules
of water and salt
of darkness and heat
Differences dissolve
between you and I
let us assimilate
becoming something new
Pamela Olson, 6/21/09
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