one life weaves into another through tiny tendrils little feelers microscopic chords a touch on the waste lips brushing forehead a phone ring at three in the morning all send another shooting connection from body to body reds, golds, purples, greens until the two are connected by millions of invisible fibers wrapping through the rib cages crushing two souls together into one colorful mess of dreams and thoughts atoms and organs two eventually wrap together into one and on the worst days, crumple into each other dependent on the ties that bind them hoping they'll never break