She controls the room. She is
the throbbing vein that gets the itch
of that something
I had known
only in my dreams--
a teaser to put out the fire
that she had begun

innocently

just by being there.

He is the taste of something rude--
a bitter thing that becomes smooth
intriguing in the aftertaste,
of...almonds? Maybe, but I know
as different as he is from her,
they would work together well--
see how he bends the evening light

illuminating

gentle form

transcendent

mighty

as the musk ofnight
cloaks them both

hermaphrodite--

Hermes Wings enfolding her
as Aphrodite's thick-lid eyes
captured Solstice nod consent
enraptured in the myriad
waves of twilight marbelized
as a watchman said "Goodnight."
An escort to the door
he told me with propriety
but not without some sympathy:

"The Arts are our imaginings--
our minds await such chiseling;
and patience through the polishing."
I nodded, and I said, "Thank you--
I hope I didn't overstay
ny welcome. I realize you had to wait."

My turnkey locked the solid gate
and confessed through iron bars,
"Actually I'd hoped that they
would let you watch them recreate
the rapture of the human race,
I've watched them both for many years--
I've clocked in early; I've worked late.
I've witnessed things most would call lies.
Tonight I watched you scrutinize;
I fought the urge to intervene
but I confess I have my needs."
I, like you, yearn for the truth.
I watched you watch them come to life.
So it was there within your eyes
that I saw the coupling
I'd longed to see for all these years."

He smiled.

"Tonight was worth the wait."

* * *

Thus, I'd found my Holy Grail.
The scientific sieve prevailed.
But poignant in hypothesis--
the nag of thought that still persists:
merely this - the speculation:
that "God" exists in the reflection

of love

of life

the very light

that thing

we search for all our lives?


We find it

in

each other's eyes.