my thoughts, a pan of water
submerged in its own current
your feelings, a spoon of oil
on the edge of combustion
try ever as I might
to hold, roll over
engulf you in my tide
yet you move up to surface
uplifted by an irrepressible force
we may never homogenise
until the ragged edged, raw reality
falls on our laps to be heated
in a flame of love, we are wed
to taste truth