through the throngs of our relationship burning,
i feel i could never reach
nirvana, and i know your
blood pressure is the same.
untied by our fledgling and failing
omnipotence we curve into each other
again and feel ourselves slip back
into the old routine - tried and true
and i sit in you
and you sit in me
and we are together in a space
of beautiful completeness
that threatens to sallow us whole,
like his fingers curling over us with ease and grace,
but we are safe, because
we are together.