let us be cherubs on the ark,
winged ones, animal bodies
not man, not woman
human faces,
            not woman, not man
turned toward each other
eyes wide, mouths agape
our open flowing
discourse—intercourse
of the cosmos gazing inward
through herself, flowing
outward through himself
listening through engagement
through struggle
through embrace and tangled
turning, coiling round
and into all that ever
was, all that ever will
be, here—not
you, not me—always,
            WE
who meet in love
                        2/8/2011