about me

now i must speak. though with who? always with you. self love is redundant. the sun is in my chest. the moon is in my throat. loneliness throws itself off a cliff in the emergence of your face. ceases to be in the eternal kiss. i was self conscious about my two faces for so long: from childhood feeling it like a constant nag or rip tide. why am i two people in one? why am i completely wrapped up like the mercurial snakes on a caduceus? my longing faced inwards, my love combusted deep beneath the sea of something inaccessible to anyone. medical science has no conception of it. i heard my own voice as clear as a constellation. emanating from cor leonis in an overpowering and yet fully transparent call. through the ceiling i saw right through to the bluest night sky. there was no possible answer, there was only an immediate union. and in that union one became two, and in that union two became one. and all the stars revolved around it.