Here you go hold
this for me
The heart I have
poured and stitched and left
Every semblance of
myself
It is yours to
carry for this marriage
So in I do this
for you
Every morn we
choose
What we will with
this complement
To invest respect
for this contract of contact
Knowing the
definition of vulnerability
Home in the
balance that one could choose
To simply leave
the contents on the counter
And disappear
For the other to
return attempting to hold both
Still yearning for
the betterment of the absent
In the mathematics
of love, that this was never addition
Wherein the choice
of one and one made logic
This was one and
one make three
So in the interim
of facing the negation of one
The sum still
exists gasping for air under the nursing of the remainder
Knowing not what cessation
implies
For a heart does
what it must, not what it is compelled
For if by legality alone it could not be love nor vulnerable to such complications
So dance the human
dance, subtly aware of what may fall
This gift of risk
is but the tendered currency of the mad lovers born in exploding suns
We are but this
posing and lifting in the grand ballet
Oh happy many yee
brave dancers, applause to all!
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