out from the darkness
comes light and
space is created around
which life evolves
and re-evolves,
from which harmony
and continuity survives
in line, form, and shape,
into which nature's
example is reflected,
connecting to the heavens
by simplicity and balance
of theme and discipline,
opposition grows from
compulsive similarities
of irregular movement
perpetrating its own
existence and its own
reality... uniformity
outgrew all of its
replicated parts.
Historical
in multiples of five they pass
four times this year,
in multiples of four we have lived
four times together.
a patient yardstick to measure
our persistence of the latter
and our your with the former,
historical landmarks, a
numerical ageless ordering of
our lives and the sculpted landscape
whose seasonal changes arrive
in regular rhythms unsyncopated
beats that we count over and over
like the rise and falling moons.
On Being Observed
her legs... long and slender
straddle an adventure,
her eyes... alive and bright
watch his movements from
a corner vantage point,
her mouth smiles against his
frown and off in a third direction
they both look in amazement,
the encounter approaches its end
with her leaving one way
and he leaving another and their
casual observer wonders why.
Our Secret
few noticed their isolation inside
weeping for us before we could be
participants bold and alive,
across the barrier of regrets, we
tumble slowly... carefully...
exploring the options of what we
knew would be and the consequences
of our unanimous selection,
our addiction followed us from one
day to the next until the outcome
for us was decided in a pastel array
of passion as if one chapter in our
lives have obviously been omitted,
we were protective of our secret,
guarding it well until the balance
of our feelings fell and their sensations
became inevitable and unescapable,
devouring our bodies without
guilt or loss... without remorse...
we became the symptom of our love
with the cure only in our departure.
we separate every weekend,
a hundred times by now,
a divorce never completed,
physical and mental...
sexually reversed... a
syndrome of rehearsed shadows
cast across our faces divide
our split personalities into
quarters just as easily spent,
contemplation serves the
short term after all else fails.
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