In
the twilight of dichotomy
before
you fall asleep to merge back, hushed,
into the dusk of gentle chaos –
after all the harassment
inflicted by the edicts of duality –
its specious tugs-of-war –
afflicted by the rank egregious lie
that nothing isn’t half
of something more –
sometimes something in you
feels affection, cuddles into all
the rest of you and lets the whole
thing you’ve been being free.
That’s the way it was,
last night, with me.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment