Dendrite

We grow
and branch
and bud
and vine
    through the warp and weft
    of space and time
        with magnetic pull
        and electric charge
        that shape the stars,
        these forces, twined
            like fabric woven,
            so aligned.

A threaded thought starts to enwind
and stir the neurons of my spine;
    it pulses through cerebral brine
    until we both can hear it chime
        the bells that ring
        and so remind,
            these mirror minds
            of Noam and Quine
            that need no semiotic sign.

I think of you
and start to pine
as evergreen desires shine.
I count the numbers,
naught to nine,
and look into the eyes of thine
and know you know i know that i'm
forever yours
as you are mine.