There’s you and me and
him — three elements
whose formula for sexual chemistry
complicated by ingredients
that don’t conform to what we
ought to be.
We love at variance with time and place
disregard for true geometry,
our trinity’s irregular: the
between us can be worlds, or seas, or years.
I find you
in an ancient Roman face,
you see him in a news clip from
he traces me through distant galaxies.
We sing a
music solely for our ears
never for other listeners; we
ourselves - or I please you, or he’ll please me,
you’ll find some exciting game to tease
the two of us, and
is what we seek. The worlds around us fit
changing angles; shifts in our degree
become the latest
patterns that commit
us into one, that moulds (like hand the
our spirits to some heavenly infinite
not match today’s clean template of
the multi-layered shadow
world of love.