The Oath of Spoonship

Besides you,
draped in my arms,

in this morning’s embrace,
I held the awareness

of our flowing architecture--symmetry of the Tao

The yin of you becoming the yang of me
and my yang defining your yin

A dance,

held in suspension,

like the pause between our breath

We woke as two almonds in one husk
without even a membrane between us
The elastic wrappers of our skin were just symbols
A reminder that until we return to this

delicious

sacred

spoonship,

we carry each other’s touch as a second halo of protection