you are a love poem

i’m starting to think soulmates
are something to be forged
rather than found, existence
not inherently fate nor 
fiction.

we’re
ancient science 
that twists and melds
you to me and me to you 
until we’re almost the same 
element:
prehistoric metals 
that just need to 
compliment the
other.

make me a philosopher 
let me drip transmutation
and gold into honey
meade for us.

© 2023 jude rigor