We argued tonight-
about war, about revenge and pacifism,
and what we would or wouldn't do
if we found ourselves in certain hypothetical circumstances.
We circled each other,
our wrists bound together with trust, and blood, and semen.
I pushed my points,
and she tried to reconcile
as we spun faster, and faster,
until we were a blur.
Then, without warning, we opened up,
and we were a cup, receiving,
and I remembered, once again,
just why we are together.
metamorphhh (aka jim crawford)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zen-vows/
