See this love, Love?
See this heart as it melts in the torrid onsen of your mouth, this
Downdown floating on the hallelujah hymns of prostrated pinwheels
See how I part the air between us and you pop me hard like a blister
See how raw how open how heart-swallowed how tethered how hinged on your happiness is my soul?
See this sweet devastation, Love?
This absence filling the outside world when I am inside its terrifyingly close awayness, this
Puppy dog poop and circumstance in the purple hours of poppycock—you can I know you
See how high and mutual the stakes how heavy the bags how costly the worth-having is—our souls
Mated in the grinder of being, minced together, love, and rejoined, and rejoining slow
Just as we had asked, had demanded—we sent up our prayers of unity—we said to God: you comin?
And God said to us: See this love, Love? See this?
This loss of self so painful? This is going to hurt what you have asked of the hourless night
Is going to hurt what you have asked us
See how lofty how reaching how lusty how precious how wise how much refined for asking is your soul?
See this iron on iron sharpening, Love?
One is what you wanted, you said
And One you will be granted
Over time and circumstance and impassable distances of wounded wingnuts one-wing-ed flying, you
Thought merging would be easy, you thought beauty was a Christmas ball, you thought
Perfection was perfectly painless, but you see this love?