We are braided together

Cosmically entangled

Two loose strings in a sewing kit

Who have become knotted together

And continue to become more so

Whose colours do not blur together

But enhance one another’s

 

Our souls are liquid 

And they morph 

To fit perfectly beside one another

But do not emulsify

 

When we touch now

We tessellate

We fill in every gap

 

I am so fascinated by our love

This work of art we will spend our lives creating

(Our secret world)

 

I love you in every possible way you can be loved

I see you in every possible way you can be seen

 

(As Frida wrote to Diego:)

You are my lover, my husband

My friend

My mother, my father

My son, my brother

 

My travel companion through this universe.