Jokes and smiles are blinding lights.
love and joy cannot decide
between the lips around me.
Nor can my loins make judge alone -
they care for no more than flesh and bone.
So I trust myself to poems and songs
and to faith in God who turns all wrongs
and still reminds that the flesh of my side
is my sister first and then my bride.
One and one make a third the same
but the one direction is hard to change.
Two dimensions make greater range,
for mystery is love's domain.
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