Isn’t the anatomy of us amazing?
How our fingers may entwine and grasp
Firmly, my smaller hand in yours.
Escapades start when we walk side-by-side:
There must be a reason for this apposition
Of limbs that enables us to hold and be held so.
And isn’t the pliability of us pleasing?
How our bodies fit around, onto and into,
Snugly, my smoother frame to yours.
Entwined sinuously as we are, limb-for-limb:
There must be a purpose for this proportion
Of forms that allows us to match and to meld so.
But isn’t the personality of us puzzling?
How I am every woman and you are mere male,
Oddly, your mind is like and unlike mine.
Even where we may or may not stand face-to-face:
There must be a meaning for this orientation
Of minds that causes us to think differently the same.
Why isn’t the unity of us emancipating?
How one may yield to another at some time,
Economically, while we feel each give and take.
Ensconced yet exposed as we are, heart-to-heart:
There must be a plot for this preoccupation
Of hearts that leads us to ecstasy or to misery.
* Believed to be an associate of the poet formerly known as Icarus