Poem

It is Done

She hugged her. She hugged her back.
She kissed her and she kissed her too.
She and she becoming one.

How to describe the feeling of awakening senses
dormant for so many years? Hearts pulsating back to life,
stomachs inverting, tears welling up.
A thirst born in each for the other.

She says “I love you.” She says she does too.
They are on an unsteady surface, like mid-winter ice,
and yet move with a kind of lover’s nonchalance.

They kiss in public, place palms inside each other’s
back pockets. They walk along the beach then stop,
wrap their arms around each other, and kiss long, long kisses.

These two — demented by love — these two would clasp
their hands together, gaze into each other’s eyes as the waves
came in. They would stand there, unmoved, as the surging tide
rose higher and higher. They would lock lips as the flood
engulfed them. They would float away together, each the other’s twin.

She once asked her: “Will you be my twin sister? Will you promise
to be forever changed by our birth, here, right now, together?”
And she said: “It is done.”