We two
cartwheeling through the multiverse;
trading identities for attributes,
differences for distinctions,
ideas for notions.
Once we are lovers,
embracing in Budapest,
building toward a crescendo
only the classics could imagine.
Then we are strangers,
continents divide us,
anonymity assures
we are fatefully alone.
Still we are ship-bound,
wild haired riding the high seas,
laughing,
scornfully,
at the poor fools
who choose
to tether themselves to the ground.
All the while our hands
mooring us to each other
as the infinite
goes spinning past.