When O has you, you know it. There may be no words or reasonable explanation for the acceptable occupation, but you know it and it knows you, whether it is between you and another or other space, place or atmosphere, O has you like the air you breathe, without thinking, you are happy to be there, occupied by O.
O...I know just what you mean.
O...is enough, no matter what anyone else thinks.
O...I love you and know you love me
O...is an agreement from wherever it comes
O...is the perfect space, my parentheses enclosed
O...is me and the other as not another at all
O...is a circle of love
(for my muse)
PS...Brother John said he had only one thing to say to this, 'O shit!?'
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