Cusp

Let me hear you let me see you There is no echo, only existence The brave presentation of everything it is A swirling mystery I cannot grasp Let me hold you. Let me hold you. But it simply is Let me cup the clouds See how you flow around me How you flow around what is put into you I listen to what your dance speaks Duly record the parts of who you are Loves fries. Hates ketchup. Likes fries with ketchup. Keep interacting keep living My beloved I want to see you I seek to know how To know you To kiss you