Thursday, March 29, 2007

“Postpartum”

“Postpartum”

What makes one love another when their spindle
Spin opposite?
Is it the heart knows something the
Head can only fathom in theory and the
Soul pristinely comprehends, like God?

‘Verily I say, love one another as I have loved you…’
Like one plus one
But it does not always equal two…

There is bountiful moonlight bouncing off the
Pink begonias in the blue pot
And the breeze, soft, like an Irish tune…

Do my senses breathe a foreign heaven
Or my soul worships a pagan god?
Is my bread less than manna because he does not share it?

Marriage is a womb where two do not always
Survive.

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