Two Steps

and to this
it comes
that I lie here fallow
like a cornfield gone dry
and sighing with the wind
all good things harvested
leaving nothing but the bones.

and there
the analogy fails me
I can't attach any more
significance to myself in this state
other than that I
roil with this addiction
this hollow yearning for you.

and this time
we have had
has spoiled me
for loneliness. I can no longer
brook this bodily silence
this waiting to be filled
this held breath in the darkness.

because you
inside me
is two steps from heaven
two steps take me
from a half to two to one...
to one, to blissful one...
as quick as all that.

and two steps
is all that
we can muster, alone. we
fall together two pieces
of a greater whole
magnet to steel
inseparable.

and fall
we fall
eyes closed, swan dive
of faith into this greater thing
that we become together
need against need,
soul inside soul, entwined.

and then
we are one
anemone fingers gently waving
blindeyed with bliss
not wanting to surface
even to breathe. we
barnacle down for the long haul.

but yet
it comes
to this. alone, I am
alone. just one. a shell
waiting to be filled, a magnet
without its complement. here
I wait for you to
bring me to life again.