colloquy in finity

I sense the nascent
culmination 
of some
burgeoning
inchoate velleity. 

Do you? Do you too? 
Oh good. 
We two are so one,
so in tune, or 
attuned, it seems
sometimes I could
say anything,
and so it is

with you. 

It's as if some
sweet, aching
copacetic simpatico
were endlessly being
spitroasted by serendipity
and synchronicity, one
at either end. 

Coincidence? 
I always think so. Makes it 
more like miracles.