Where Do I Begin?

Where do I begin?

I once did float alone above the multitudes
in lazy, stoic circles,
casting a hawk's eye down
for a glint of a promise.

Then (you know the day) there came
the sure, swift shock of recognition.
Perhaps the epicenter was a poem.

You and I were mirror image,
inexorably drawn
to lovingly collide.

At every point of contact
we spontaneously combust --
salacious tongues of flame arise
to purify, to weld and fuse.

It takes my breath away, this
transcendent tension where our bodies merge,
the alloy of our hearts, where boundaries are blurred.
I see it in the mirror of my screen;
is that your smile, or mine?

At moments like this, where do you end?

Where do I begin?