This city is a place of twos
east and west,
before and after
free and enslaved.
the past is gone but two stories still echo
an ancient foundation of divides and merges
becoming one unsteady whole.
can two ever become one?
Adam could never reclaim his rib,
even when deep inside her, still
she was separate
her heart always a rebellious beat
(like the moon she twisted and turned
but never truly left)
heaven and earth, god and man, body and soul,
we divide, dreaming of union
of the sighs, the ecstasy,
of dissolving into one.
(Still i hold tight to the piece of me
you cannot touch, cannot fathom,
in love with this binary, our unsteady gravity)
Created: Apr 21, 2014musing5225 Document Media