Let me get this straight. <br />If you are mine and I am yours <br />And we are one, <br />Then what’s the other one? <br />The scales wait. <br />If she is yours and you are hers, <br />And you are me, <br />Then through the knot of you <br />Are we a line, <br />Your Janus head turned east or west <br />Or right and left <br />And am I kept <br />In dark or light, <br />Is day now night <br />Or she exotic wild beyond imagining <br />Within my wild mind imaging <br />A kind of mirror rich and strange <br />Reflecting all the range <br />Of your complexity, <br />Or is that me? <br />Easier to bear: a triangle: <br />Each point joined, each angle <br />Regarding each, reflecting each, <br />Pouring, storing <br />Juices of our minds’ desire, <br />Feeding fire <br />Through the high vibrating wire <br />Running through each; <br />And yet let’s get this straight: <br />If we are one, perplexed <br />Why do I find <br />The tortured mind <br />Of my hearted triangle <br />The lower apex - <br />So weighted at my angle? <br /> <br />LRH <br />5.14.06<br /><br />Linda Hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/batter-my-heart/
