Words, I have found words to describe this affair
Of a man and another or a woman or of women two.
Where each one had a heart made of flesh and blood
As much as the best one should be; well, that everybody
knew.
This one contributed in humility, strength and pardonment
While there was another, equally strong and compassionate;
Although this was of knowledge to only a few.
Their identities, notwithstanding, they could be anybody,
But I knew them intimately. Oh, so intimately, I could’ve
been their third.
However, I was not of necessity to them, but they to me.
Their love and the sheer power of it transcending the mere
boundaries of flesh
And I soaked it, basked in its glory, like a lotus lost
without its pond, in a dungeon.
Yes, such was their love, their connection.
The connection that arose from one’s soul that connected
midway with the thread of the second’s
Was visible to the naked eye, if one were as depraved as me
or knew what it was.
The purity of connection, the transparency and innocence of
it,
Well, I could only look at it as a starved dog’s first meal
in weeks.
Such was their power that they did, not only, arise
inspiration in other people, as individuals,
But, did so within and amongst themselves.
Such was their power that their combined rage could destroy
creation
And the same care could nurture it for eternity.
These fanciful, flowery words are all I have for now,
For when, if, I am ever able to see someone and time would
cease to exist,
I will make sure to savour it and, in gratitude to all my
teachers,
Give these lessons to fellow men and women, no questions
asked.
Till then, I will learn, this art to couple, not just in
anthropology, but, in spirituality.
