The narratives of you and me

This is why I know you

and my calculation of the heart

revolves around the myths I manufacture

around me

I have my reasons sorted out

or so they seem to be

it is about me

and what I perceive I believe in

I love to have that meaning

that defines me

When I walk that boulevard with you

I look at the colorless rain filled sky

and your red color fashion statement

howsoever absurd it may seem

tends to reflect your candor

or that's what I gather

there are many "I's" in what I am writing here

When I close my eyes and try to breathe deeper

while flying from one thought

to other silly innuendo

I see you face, clear without blemishes

and in the circle of white translucent light

smiling, head tilted towards me

while you listen to what I say

When I look at everything with love

I seem to transcend the transactional

the semantics of you and me

is surely menial to

what we feel

when we sit quietly

with each others' warmth

If I just "be",

I am me

and you are you

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