By Ali
Date: 2007 Sep 11
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We and One

my nerves on end,
my skin like the air before a lightening strike—
a swirling electric rush of could-be, might-be,
and dangerous.  I’ve never been so
afraid, alive, undone and perfect—
the thought of you breathes disaster
into my mouth, like incendiary destiny,
as if the weight of your body
was both my sin and penance.

I could pray,
but I choose not to,
because we are thieves
in sheets and shadows, no longer wary
of each other, but given in
and given up, willing martyrs
of this pseudo-sainted passion,
this untouchable sacrament
that few can understand,
and fewer still can bear.

you brush the hair from my face,
closer still, to see the soul of my eyes,
and I move as you and I
and we and one, a sharp purring gasp,
your murmuring lips
and there is nothing, and no one—
only this deft and sacred calamity,
a reckless ransacking
that we created, captured, and cultivated—
I am yours,
and this is only just begun.