What is the depth
to which we each
can reach
into each other’s souls?
Perhaps before we
make a hole,
or even penetrate the heart
at all?

If you filled me like a glass
and dove fingers-first into me,
would you touch the bottom?
Would my liquids you empty—
slurping them up as your own?
Or would you make me rise
higher than I’d stand alone?

And if I did the same to you—
say you were a bowl,
and I a kitten—,
would I see my soul
reflected in your gaze?
Or would your clouded conscience
hold me in a blurry haze?

They say only
a small percentage
of the ocean is discovered;
no matter how deep we dive,
or how far we swim,
some distances just can’t be reached.
Still—
dive head-first
into me—
and I to you—
and like the deep blue,
let’s discover all our mysteries.

Brinn W.