Two lovers may blur the boundaries,
albeit fleetingly; bleeding into each other
a stilling poise – a sensual hint
of the Oneness we seek in our loneliness
while two selves, naked and loveless,
occasion a rasping away
at fraught desire – glimpses through
the threadbare garments
we gather around ourselves – no more frantic
a moment nor despairing a truth.
Apartment houses, condominiums,
gated communities; villages, boroughs,
slums and barrios around the world
stuffed full of people
holed up alone in their rooms.
It’s the point of God within us
we must unclothe, acquiescing,
not to the other, but to the need
in the bones of our structure
for which there is no earthly, human meeting.
O child of God, how might loneliness
ever be quenched within the realm of duality?
(Unpublished)
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