For Nicole and John She drew a name full of winning flesh, Victory, I mean, so that any Yes she has to say We might say is a Yes achieved happily all her own— And he drew a name large as any god, Large as a wall in the center of the night, and as calm, God in the most gracious, the tenderest way. To be, like them, in a tenderness now, Chill as April; to feel ourselves, like themselves, In a communion of that sprung blood; and to trust That in the dark, in even the wild, forbidding dark Which by fact must come, is no threat, No sudden evidence to break and unheat— Then we’re complete. Flesh falls away. Gods do. I will make a man out of you, says one To the other. I will make a woman. Isn’t that What to say I choose you means, means I let go The name I held only for myself to step sharply into yours, Into that bareness each for the other makes, Outside the old conceptions, the old laws, No she, no he—but together you become a single self That spans the sense of the imagination, Wiser than the oldest language, which is love, More patient than the deepest song. Copyright © 2015 by Rickey Laurentiis. Used with permission of the author. |
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