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Chance occasion

To begin an intercourse.
rip a time domain.
Sheered silk to spill over
the senses and the soul.
Hopefully to blend,
the least to grapple with a
companion sensibility.

Occasionally the soul becomes a flow,
a rivulet!? a river!?
If lucky a deluge,
drowned, mingled.
The rip's a weld
the conclusion a meld.

More often all feelers
are sensory perceptions,
each an open nerve end.
Reflex kicks in at first contact,
antiseptic is medicinal.
The sheered fabric
must be stitched.

Rarely a calm persists
despite the rip the fabric
reverberates as if whole.
No push, no shove.
maybe no fabric,
no distinct domain exist.