I am in a maddening place. The place is harsh. There is no sharing.

Unexpectedly pleasant to leave there and meet you. Our fluidity is sympathetic. You are deep and calm. I breathe fully and easily, our natures intermingle.

You are my base, as if I were held by the pinions of the universe. We entwine as if fingers lightly joined.

I can rest here and expand. Calm. Our visages reflect the peace and joy you have.

Our natures draw us together; pull us close and tight. I have no objection. Let everything else fall way. This restful collapse is perfection.