to escape the prison of my skull
you have become a necessary part of me
lurking on the fringes of my dream
relationships i find are vast deserts
demanding all, challenging all
and for that purpose we are given one another
left to myself i become inward, morose
whipped by self-pity's bitter lash
so when the ultimate separateness of soul frightens me
i return gratefully to the sympathy of touch
a friend of entirely different temperament
becomes a relief from the monotony of personality
a balm for the wounds of human love
now i know the thoughts of your heart before you speak them
our solitudes broken, you help me find myself
i guard your privacy in fear of my own
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