Let not man therfore put a sunder, yt which God hath coupled together
(Miles Covedale's Bible, 1535)
My eye traverses the unique grammar of your person through
the highlight of your eye, your wide open gaze,
your parted lips, entraining,
simultaneously, my compulsion to embrace,
and enter the welcome of being.
Warmth receives me.
Two gears are locked and necessary
for this to happen.
Lose one and all is lost.
Reality allows no divorce of knowing and
the tender heat of coalescence.
We are dual and whole at once.
A fine obscenity cohabits with
reading the glyphs of your soul.
Lewdness partners my cartography of who you are.
An indissoluble contradiction makes us.
On the bed of our nature,
We are wedded.
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