I read this poem earlier, and I'm still thinking about it, especially these lines:

"where the wound of gender are healed"

^ To transcend gender, go beyond what we know or are defined by... that's glorious.

I can't adequately describe how this poem makes me feel. The sense of being, where "things are formless", where there is no existence without the other. The freedom to fly, to be so held together even in flight.

Reading this as a metaphor, and understanding the infinite presence of love even when away, or physically felt, the connection is there regardless.

Enchanting poem, ddavidd!