Grasping palms in stale night air
wail for the one,
the absent half to the whole
Body emulates soul
in writhing, impetuous conversation,
and yearning of communion otherwise unknown
Reels of dormant want
submit to devastating and intoxicating euphoria
in the stagnant nocturnal hours
Hope, the fleeting instigator,
spurs the enduring exchange
of the partially severed fragments
Hope, the malicious cad,
entangles the two in webs
of unyielding dreams
Hope, the delicious nectar,
of whose injection conjures visions
both apocryphal and attainable
The amaranthine dance of Gemini
on the bull's cusp
gave birth to the divided counterparts
One scribes the other's existence
as if incarnating divine law
into a marriage of paper and ink
The other weaves incantations
to accelerate the duration
both of them share apart
Their ravenous premonitions
leech their essences
to transmit the lives they have yet to join
Intervening, iterant revelations
implore perseverance
and cultivate a loyalty beyond postulation
When the two finally, finally conceive to be one
savoring the synthesis
will consume them.
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