Like when one and one
Come together
And form an even number
And two is a couple
Twin lips that flow and ebb
In frothy tidal kisses
Two is also an admixture
An alloy of two elements
That melt in a crucible
And forms a durable compound

Yet two, sometimes
Is alien to convergence
Like the sun and the moon
Never eclipsing, travelling
In their own trajectories
Of night and day, of dark and light
On outer banks
Of the Circadian divide

And sometimes
Two is merely ephemeral
When convex and concave
Nestle an interface
Halved by desire
As asymmetrical contours
Slip through surfaces
The symmetry of bliss.



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