' My Beloved '...

in the beginning
in the endless space of awareness
i was a word
i answered to
a name of recognition
and memory

soon i fell silent
in the question of who i am,
my own distant shore, my own Lover
for there is no other,
never was,
never will be
how can there be two?
a me and a not you?

and if, in the course of water and
my own womb of tranquility, I should
meet thee,
i shall call upon myself and
love thee,

My Beloved



-Ana