Unity—it is a simultaneous oneness and two-ness.
I know I have tried. With rings,
with vows, with naked flesh,
with poetry, with touch. I have
tried to narrow the gaps between
us, as if one is a holier number
than two. As if we might disappear
ourselves and become something more
than you and me. Something vaster. Something
wiser. Something infinitely more
pleasurable. And. Here I am. There
you are. We are two. There is no way
to make the space go away. But today,
I knew, (and surely I’ve known this before?)
a deep shudder of awe for what multiplies
in the opening between us … devotion, surely.
And mystery. And the thrill in trying again and
again to draw (as we do, my love) closer closer closer.