hands have
back and forth
and flesh in between
wars have
us and them
and pain in between
love has
you and I
and vibes in between
everything has duality
and nothing in between
nothing has nothing
and nothing in between
nothing becomes something
by acquiring space
space becomes form
by constructing limits
I tear the form
and see your hand
reaching out to me
once the war is over
when our love palpitates
through everything and nothing
turning to something that forms a construct
we are one
