Mates

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Mates

The ionospheric levels of our communication
and the nadir of our love fascinates me.
How can you know things about me
that I am still discovering myself?
How can you feel such intense joy,
such comfort, by just being at my side?
You touch me as if
you have always been touching me,
as if all the others never happened.

The moment we met, as our eyes
connected, we recognized each other;
for you were not a stranger, or just
another interesting woman, no,
you were my woman,
had always been
my woman,
and we both knew it
before we even spoke.

Truth streaked across the creased
forehead of the millennium to come,
crackling like a Texas lightning bolt,
starfire silver brilliant against
a midnight sky, a lifetime of searching
over, flash-frozen two people standing
in a blue blaze of light, a little baffled
because there we were
stone-captured, cosmically coupled,
just a lucky pair of steel shavings
inexorably pulled toward magnetic tips,
maneuvering into smooth alignment,
a perfect parallel plane;

on the day of our nuptials,
the North and the South grew closer,
beyond touching, joined, connected
officially, becoming one commingled,
blended and blessed entity,
a shining new organism,
our souls in lock-step,
man and wife, united
against the harshness of this world;
ready to contribute all
that is left of our lives
to each other.

Glenn Buttkus

April 3, 1993

Listed as #30 over on Magpie Tales 48

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