I think of you as two <br /> <br />Two possibilities, if you will <br />Or roads, <br />Not diverging in a yellow wood <br />But down my spine- <br />filling it both hot and cold with your <br />hope-doubt poison that <br />I wantonly, unapologetically <br />sip. <br /> <br />I think of you as two <br /> <br />You are Johannes, my dark seducer <br />who ravenously kisses <br />the apple of my neck <br />as if to devour me <br />whole <br />and I ache for it, long for it <br />but! <br /> <br />I think of you as two, darling <br /> <br />You are my husband, perhaps <br />and I’m wrapped up in you and <br />a book, in our library <br />boasting it’s the place of <br />the cure of the soul <br />and I feel enveloped and whole <br />yet, <br /> <br />I think of you as two<br /><br />Lauren Erimita<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-think-of-you-as-two-a-poem-to-my-kierkegaard/
