un conscious un coupling


i came to love my life,

a joy-carrier.


daily i walked the distance between

truth and highly classified lies,


knowing that no faith could

contain, fully communicate god;


some day she would do that herself.


i came to love our life,

a bifurcated vision,


mostly light,

but no heat:


a fluorescent union


with a predilection for

magically suspended moments,


empty of intention:


the delicate window of in-between

after the vows and before the dance party;


the sweet smell lingering in the

house hours after breakfast bacon;


the glint and glow of muted candles

in the night bedroom.


i came to love my life,

like being put on


by two large hands,



and while loving

and not loving,


the coupling knew

what to do,


knew how to grow together and then apart.




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