I think of you as two
Two possibilities, if you will
Or roads,
...
I can feel the dough beneath my fingers
press into the crevices of my hand.
I knead and pound, the way my mother did
and my grandmother before her,
...
What if I am merely puns and quips,
the readers digest version of
a human heart?
What if I can’t write, because I don’t know
...
find the rate of change in me, x
where I seek infinity. +
define me unambiguously; x
that I may be solved =
...
Our naked limbs that cross
and crease around the other
are a study in the
beauty of line and value-
...
I Think Of You As Two: A Poem To My Kierkegaard
I think of you as two
Two possibilities, if you will
Or roads,
Not diverging in a yellow wood
But down my spine-
filling it both hot and cold with your
hope-doubt poison that
I wantonly, unapologetically
sip.
I think of you as two
You are Johannes, my dark seducer
who ravenously kisses
the apple of my neck
as if to devour me
whole
and I ache for it, long for it
but!
I think of you as two, darling
You are my husband, perhaps
and I’m wrapped up in you and
a book, in our library
boasting it’s the place of
the cure of the soul
and I feel enveloped and whole
yet,
I think of you as two