Symbiosis
by Nancy Ness

True friendship knows its own intrinsic bound,
The pinnacle a covenant unfound.

Perchance cerebral spirits meet,
Fulfilling thoughts and dreams in kind
To render yearning minds replete.

Thence wending on with arms in bind,
Mere touch supplanting idle prate ~
No greater trust than hands entwined.

Enamored passions proffer sate
As ardent raptured hearts unite
In sumptuous repast of fate.

With surety of love in sight,
Two souls shall only then enjoin
In confluence of shared delight.

That perfect niche, a bond without excess
Yields ever symbiotic synthesis.