Vesica Pisces

by Daniel

Crosses and arrows.
X's and O's.

Ours is the space
between the circles;

wholeness
masquerading

as

two.

We are shy in
its brevity.

You hold the sun
on the tip of your tongue,
I swallow the moon,

We are motionless
in its gravity;

oneness
masquerading

as

you.

O's and X's.
Arrows and crosses.