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Reidentification

Golden dew, radiant on skin —
Is it flowing out?
Dare I breathe in?
Must I become another to understand myself?
Where do I end?

I shall sample those I love
As they bask in my glow.
I glimpse some silver wings — a dove.
We exchange ourselves and understand
There is no self beyond the other.

I would live a thousand lives
To be illuminated by you.
When we become each other,
Not the same, not distinct,
Each ends as someone new.