You

You are,
Where magic falters.

You are,
Where love flinches.

You are,
But a child.

You are,
My unclaimed own.

You are,
My forsaken thoughts.

You are,
The disturbed meat.

You are,
The wine that follows.

You are,
My forbidden lyrics.

You are,
My unaffordable silence.

And I am,
Just a mere poet.

And I am,
Just a longing.

I am,
The longing.

The longing that divides,
The longing that multiplies,

The longing that dances,
Along the circumference,

Of a euclidean mystery.