Debt

“it means
               debt—your name”
I say what Godly grace is death,
when                pain seizes us,
and precious is the
sound of love, release,
I am
a debt to you,
and you to me,
our meanings too,
what is more than names, our
godcallings, our
        coils are
    wed
in deep      space
the weight of two
replete and
intersecting symbols
is the same as our collecting—
    would that we
like lips that meet, again and again,
and again would say “one” when
what one means is two.

Thanks for checking out my poem.

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Gabriel Muoio

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