You...I...we

Like the flesh that keeps this sack of liquid erect, you keep my mind upright, and enveloped. Every movement that my mind's muscles undertake finds you there embellishing it, encouraging it, and promoting its potential for success. Our dancing upon this lake of sweet is overwhelming at times, for the rhythm is greater than I; still, mystically, I find my feet under me at every turn. My perceived ability to triumph over the laws of gravity when engulfed in our mind's motion is possible solely because of our merger. You...I...we