You and I stand, fingers interlocked
Eyes opened with the wonder of opposites
A question just there beyond speaking -
Showing itself in the way you squeeze my hand.
Now a picture comes to me
Of both of us standing before a split in God’s teeth,
Only a quickening rumble in my chest tells me
You have allowed me to feel all that you could.
Nothing that we’ve written,
Nothing we can say.
We stand tangled
The causes behind this awakening leaving no evidence.
July 26, 2001