Under enough magnification
every coastline
becomes
longer.

Fractal geometry tells us
the closer you look,
the more there is
to see.

I suspect people behave similarly.

We keep pretending
there is
a threshold.

Enough conversations.

Enough laughter.

Enough honesty.

As though intimacy 
could be
completed.

The body
may arrive
long before
the mind.

You kiss.

Then wait
to discover
what actually
changed.

Water freezes.

Stars collapse.

Phase changes are wonderfully obedient.

People,
less so.

I have become less interested
in deciding whether to sleep
with someone.

More interested in whether
we wake
wanting
another
conversation.