because
His
are the eyes of my seeing you-
yours was the mouth of the wish the tongue of my speech sought
that may never actually have been yours
was the sweet jet from sleep's loins
night stirrd to arousal
in the seed of the hour I came upon;
for the glorious tree of that long ago
acknowledged need
bursts into a like-sweet abundance of leaves,
as if from utter Being
risings of odors and savorings
feeding full the inner song in me.
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Have we lived together so long, the
confluent streams of each his own life
into one lifetime "ours" flowing,
that I do not yet ever know the first
pang? the confused joyous rush
of coming to myself in you?
the leap at the brink of Being
left alone? the solitary on-going
before you? I am ever before you.
Even in the habit of our sweet marriage
of minds . Yet I am not
so sure of finding you
that I have no need for this
reassurance,
for the embrace of our two bodies,
for the entwining of bodies,
for the kiss, even as the first kiss,
for the memorial seal into silence the
lips bond,
"
the joyous imprint and signature of our
Being together one
in the immortal ellipse.
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