the first revelation; that we are porous
not sealed box, impervious to influence
but leaking breath, subject to contagion
so that the first transgression was the coincidence
of thought. shared conclusion reached at the same time
looking at one another as lightbulb flashes on
converging, climbing the same sequence of ideas
and feeling too, stirred across the skin-border, flush
in the cheeks, the heart-bird fluttering, a
sadness drifting, one to the other
as insidious as mist. later
as two voices inside the same head;
deliberating, remonstrating, cooing, crowing
cackling in there
till no sense of separation, harmony, two tones
plaited into a single speech
gradually hair, as tendrils twine, bramble-knot
twist, one over other, reaching out and holding on
finger interlaced with finger, limb wrapped about limb
nerve spliced to nerve and trembling together
sinew into sinew root and trunk grafted
and as two cells might likewise merge to form
some part of larger unit
so we too became one.
not great frankly but 50 quid is 50 quid