again the extremes
nibbling polarities,
manifesting themselves
zealously,
profoundly,
veiled by emotions,
pleasurable,
sincere
we have become a tantric circle
surrendering to another’s longings
miles away from the other,
two trains speeding off in opposite directions,
two passengers writing the same tragedy in different languages,
she, the stranger
I, the mourner
our blood has been siphoned
gone are the tones of fealty,
tainted from the other’s alien fruit,
relics now irrelevant
Bisbee,
1980