Finding My Beginning
Where do I begin?
Simple question, literal question.
Where do I begin,
And is all you see the whole of me?
Because this image, this painted person,
Is now partly you, and wholly yours.
My borders are marked out not by my hands,
But by yours.
My frontiers lie within your boundaries,
Inside your arms.
I will go as far as you,
Beside you,
Following you certainly,
Loving you definitely.
I begin where you begin,
And maybe that's in me.
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