And From Our Bodies, Singularity
You were going to have our—
You were going to have—
Love, you were going to have my—
I know how you wanted to show me
Myself, as seen by me for the first
Time that way! To show me with
That mirror within your own body.
Now, I see it’s easier to pretend
Some reason to resent it all,
To resent our love, rather than
To remember how you lost—
Love, I would have—
Love, I still do—
Love, I do love you still, now,
Even though you—
Though you’ve stopped believing,
I know you still love me, still love us.
I know you were to have our son, but
You lost him.
You lost a future forged from that
Sheer will of you, forged from some
Furnace me; you were to forge a Father me from whom I am already.
You’re a man and body who could
Still bear our child.
But your heart broke on that lost
Prayer begged from God; you were
Driven from your own Eden, from our
Two would be three, but now fallen.
Love, I wish you’d believe me, even
As you feel that magic of you is
Broken—a cruelty in still birth—I love
You more than enough to try again.
If you want.
My love for you remains regardless
Of how we find ourselves together;
I still love you perfect, even if you
Lose him again.
So I beg you—not because I want it,
But for how I know you still want it.
I know you won’t be whole until you
You—a strange and sacred kind of
Man—should try until you finally
Have what you burn deep inside to
Have of me, to bear my own