two.
love

i trace a rose
slight white petals
twisted dappled stem-
snap!
it bleeds.
they all bleed.

! excuse me
i just wanted you to know i want you
so much so
that my soul so should have seared a hole right through me

love is a wish
it is if it is
only shared with one, the hope
that somewhere there is one other
to complete the one.

can two ever feel the same as one? no
that is why they are two
and that is why
love is like dividing with zero:
you and i; we don’t compute-
so let us go beyond light speed
and break the calculator.
take that, reality!

love is so fragile
that when it begins
it is already black-edged
and disintegrating
with all the shadowy grace of a cat.

nevertheless
for reasons unbeknownst
to me
and you
and every god
i kind of less than three you.