My life in you becomes a living dream—
reality without a gravity.
between the spheres I cannot find a seam
dividing good from good’s depravity.
between our eyes a portal opens wide,
a hall of mirrors, in yours I see myself,
and there love’s vertigo makes groom and bride
become a single, god-like plural self.
With all the passion wrought in earth’s creation,
we write in flesh a mythic genesis,
but from the fear and pain comes pure elation,
that gives a face to epigenesis.
As love gives life to worlds without restriction,
good truths are often truer born from fiction.

Illustration by M.C. Escher