Possession
It's a mystery, but not
one who's joy is in the solving,
rather holding you in my hands,
gazing deeply until you live
in my mind, where you are
encountered by questions you have
told me to ask - not in words,
but by your words. I breathe
a laugh with an ache. I wish
I could have met you, but at least
I have you with me, looking
over my shoulder, and I can
borrow you and purchase you,
you are mine, but also free.
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