1
Just think of it,
and you surround it with

its opposite. Take here
and now, for instance. Do we see

a line where there is none? We draw
up sides, forgetting how

in cells, division
made things whole. To me

I’m complete
but I’m partial to you.

2
So as we fall
into the night (which isn’t, after all

is said and done, the opposite
of day) I cannot see

our differences. Love mends
the language - we are each

first persons (though I know I mustn’t speak for two.) I only mean

I feel myself again, inside, and it is you.

--Heather McHugh