Dividing once and again and again...
Two gametes in time
and out of time
beyond the reach
of who we thought we were
Two gametes meeting
in a zygote playing
here within us,
as us
having become one
only to divide again and again and again...
from beyond the mists of time
memory made flesh
inhabiting us
as the swing of our hips
the glint in our eyes
our own palette of love, laughter and tragedy colored
with a timeless symphony paint....
It's as though the dance
of life from womb to womb
keeps birthing out of itself
with barely a notion
of home ownership...
"Mi casa es su casa... y la suya y la suya y la suya"
"My home is your home... and yours and yours and yours"
Just as your home is my home...
Como su casa es mi casa...
Y la brisa que se despega de mis brazos cuando bailo
es al brisa de mil mariposas...
—Lorena Wolfman
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