Deviant

I'm so sorry I left you
waiting all these many years,
womb-friend, while I went off
in search of the sun's true trajectory
and the sum of thought and man's
unconscious mind.

When really it was [[here]]:
[[nothing]] to do
but choose for myself submission,
then [[light]] a single candle
and allow you back
to fulfill the simple act
of folding up your shadow,
[[surrender]]ing to what we were
after time.

We absorbed each other,
birth-twin, before the cut
which breached my deliverance
and carved you into the agent
of beneficence;
two tears running up
my lowered forehead,
facing [[truth]].

I [[love]] that
you'll tempt me again,
for we are [[not]] separate
and there is no end to [[mercy]].

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