A vertical intruder waits eternally to unite with you. But only if invited…

call it a therapy
or an exercise or fantasy
even a way to occupy
different coordinates
outside a larger box

(my elusive love
you’ve been oscillating
between this misted mirror
and a scented garden
near some foreign horizon…)

imploring with insistent pathos
why the cosmos had the gall
to place you hither or thither
in this or that quandary
or beating some God’s chest
against a blatant travesty
imagine instead a sacred hour
in soothing cooling openness
it was your own deeper self

_______RS

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