we are an amalgam of hearts unloosed;
we are a breeze lightly fingering lips and tongue,
we are a crush of sensation against the breast
so as to leave others without breath.
we are the thieves who stole your heart.
we are the reason and the meaning of beauty.
we are the correlation of mind and body:
the intersection of rhyme and reason,
the split second sonic boom
between two mouths crashing together for the first time,
we are love,
we are hate
we are poets