through the throngs of our relationship burning,

i feel i could never reach

nirvana, and i know your 

blood pressure is the same.

untied by our fledgling and failing

omnipotence we curve into each other

again and feel ourselves slip back

into the old routine - tried and true

and i sit in you

and you sit in me

and we are together in a space

of beautiful completeness

that threatens to sallow us whole,

like his fingers curling over us with ease and grace,

but we are safe, because

we are together.