Her love is binary
off or on
yes or no
zero or one
but if she could rest
in the untapped mantle
between extremes
or even possibility
there is acceptance
and tranquility
like liquid tangibility
no tears or lament
just a trace of light
enough to see
a love that is
one more than one
and two more
than nothing
at all.

by Richard King Perkins II

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