There’s no love in me without your being,
no breath without that. I once thought

I could give up this longing, then thought again,
But I couldn’t continue being human.

We are the night ocean filled
with glints of light. We are the space
between the fish and the moon,
while we sit here together.

Sometimes afraid of reunion, sometimes
of separation: You and I, so fond of the notion
of a you and an I, should live
as though we’d never heard these pronouns.

Two strong impulses: One,
to drink long and deep,
the other,
not to sober up too soon.