Lonely one,
where’s your soul mate?
Don’t you know that otherness
is a looking glass? Learn to hug
every reflection. See God in Dog,
each tulip and toadstool your paramour,
the grizzled
stranger hunkered on
the sidewalk your long-lost cousin,
his countenance a treasury of golden
freckles bequeathed to your children.
Put your tears in his cup - salt, no sugar.
Get a crush on the fallen one inside you,
the orphaned shadow of your shame.
Her gaze, I tell you, gives your face
its chiaroscuro: layers of imperfect night
perfecting the glow in your furrows,
your crow’s feet, the downcast upbeat
curve of lips that taste world-sorrow.
You dance cheek to cheek with dragons
who turn into angels when you kiss them.
Don't seek your better half:
that’s just lack reflecting lack.
50% of you, plus 50% of me
is not a relationship, it’s a pity party
in an antique tear mirror.
Wrap your atoms in angel bling,
the feather boa of your eccentricity.
To the rhythm of breathing, waltz
with Alcyone of the Pleiades
up the spiral staircase in your spine,
where cherubim tango with Furies
from the loam below, the double helix
of beauty and grief that makes you human.
You beamed here to party in the dark.
Now whirl, and if anyone asks
who you're dancing with, say
"Dizziness itself!"
Persian miniature by Mahmoud Farshchian.
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