The Sianese Twiness

The pure true marriage
Is not taking vows near
The alter in the temple
And break them near
The bed in the villa
But is making he and she
The Siamese twins
Who can’t
Separate either
In the thread of air.
Or
In the pebble of soil
The pure and the true marriage
is Siamese twinness
Now and thereafter.

poem by David Aoloch Bion
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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