Bodhisattva wins again.

there is a truer, clearer and most naked version of this self
taking up bulky space in the bed where I sleep away the last of these nights;
prodding, dreaming too loud and gathering its notes
ready to pounce at any moment...my two headed dragon dying
burying, celestial rising into one clear woman
with nothing to hide and not a second of life's waking presence
imagined under cover...
dressing herself in the skin of her dead twin,
forgive this messy, difficult process.
If I was meant to remain a longing angel,
or a being greater than the best woman possible,
then I wouldn't be here still, with you, breathing in
and letting go, and gathering in, here she comes now.....
no way out of it.  She's got some hip in her step,
and all the best love in her messy, tender heart
and she's smiling a bit....right there with me,
coming on like no tomorrow.

M. Lucia