Chimera

Together we mixed the mud of creativity. 

We gave of our cells - some from you and some from me 

though in the beginning, you weren't complete 

just these small compartments huddled together

forming part of the whole that was to be 

multitudes of possibility. 

But first:
Our cells made an organ, entirely new, and I grew it for you.
Cells swam in and cells swam out; to every room they
flew about! To lungs, liver, kidneys! Blood, skin, and heart!
Indeed my love, you left an imprint on all of my parts.
If I could unfold the tissues, delicate and soft pink inside,
I would find you, little chameleon, under each layer trying to hide. And now we know from autopsies, that your cells could be embedded in me. Your little chimera cells could change,
become nerve cells in my brain that fully integrate.
Are you helping me now, to think this all through?
And if all this is true, the Me that I know is also You.
And parts of Me are swimming in You,
along with probably your grandmother too!
So what is this notion of autonomy?
When I can't escape You and You can't escape Me?