As though love were not enough.
As though I would not flow into you and you out of me.
As though I would not swim this moment and never surface to breathe.
As though I have not been chewed and swallowed and digested.
As though I even exist.
As though you and I were not already mapped atom to atom.
As though you and I were not more real and less real than the thought of your lips on my skin.
As though you and I were not this sun which blinds me.