14.05.2014

M.14

With you I share

this little piece of self,

for the temporality

of days in which

our presence

lacks and lingers,

slithers and soothes,

smiles in remembrance—a game:

 

I said,

‘One plus one is two.’

 

You said,

‘I promise you.’

 

And this self I share with you, I share

with none other.

 

Do you know?

The truth—for only you,

I uncover.

 

In the temporality to come,

already, within you—

it spreads, hatches and multiplies.

 

‘We will meet again.’

 

Though it hovers, lingers

between us two—the shape

of the eye; the line of the lip;

No need—there is

no need, dear—

 

I know.

 

With you I share this

tiny piece of self.

 

In flight I

am setting you, till again

we meet.

 

And when we do,

these two halves that are you

and I

will merge

once more into

that self we were

some very ancient ages ago.

 

Oh, don’t you know?

We’ve been sung.

 

We’ve been sung longtime.

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