A thousand nights
I would gladly surrender for every drop
of suffering from your long black lashes.
We hurt each other to remind ourselves
why we are inseparable.
Two faces, each portending to be one,
draw away from each other,
crafting a mirrored distinction,
all the while tied to the same nurturing root–
the picture of a heart.
The heart is not simply a bloody vessel,
working to sustain our motion.
The heart is a symbol
of life’s struggle for unity:
two spheres at the top–one point at the bottom;
a metaphor for emotion.
Our love is beyond
In the approach to this open understanding–
this terrifying, beautiful unknown–
we crash our unshaped differences–
until a shore is formed,
and the waves are freed,
and what was once turbulent pain
is seen for what it always was:
A thousand tear
drops are worth
you hold me