Duet
Our relationship exists
In the paradox
Of the struggle to disentangle
In order to come closer together.
Intersecting planes
Of reality
Ill comprehended by emotional minds.
We stomp all over our intimate enclosures
With clod-hopper shoes
Fueling the furnace of resentment.
Only clarity of the goal
Brings a real glimpse
Of the ideal.
Egos fight a battle for supremacy
With intellectual swords
And emotional A-bombs.
We play and replay
The combinations of each other’s vulnerability
Like the hand on the buttons of an accordian.
Only Divine Blessings
Brings Peace and Healing
From the pain of the realization
Of our true loneliness.
We play our score
For a duet
That is invisible
To us.