Two Made One.

Two Made One.

Ulises Vargas

October 16, 2025.

Within my one 

Has spanned many lifetimes,

Of which many were wasted:

Those void of a perfectly imperfect beauty;

A strongly fragile and fragily strong will;

Victoriously manic, then dreadfully dysphoric;

Loving of everything through understanding of it all;

Accepting of me for all flaws, 

Being generous enough to share of herself 

She and the world are mutually whole

She and I give and take all 

To reap the fruits of good and bad 

As two souls made one, 

Hands held, traversing heaven on Earth 

Perfectly imperfect, and extravagant in appreciation 

For the fractals of niches where we collide 

Amidst the backdrop of a wondrous limbo,

Who places responsibility in us beholders 

To make the most of it all 

But how strenuously burdens the task 

Alone, without a mate to sing in chorus 

Or with which to shift realities and once personal weights 

Compatible consciousnesses, rich with constructive differences 

While fraught with common identities, 

Form two parts of the triangle 

Where self meets the physical

And self links with the perfectly imperfect mate 

Many lifetimes, indeed, which I searched for her, 

Waving hope then submission,
As misfits fell in, only to break out of, my triangle,

Such that, whenever I encountered her, 

I was traumatized from everyone who conned her place 

Until we embraced in that fateful, mutual bond 

To fulfill all which had been taken from us;

To bear burdens as one;

To cheer and cry; laugh and scream;

Push and pull; push, push; pull, pull,

All with the force of two made one;

Joined harmonious and discord at once 

Not one note sang right

Without her at side and in mind;

Many lifetimes, indeed, dragged ugly and empty 

Without her at side and in mind

Giddy with ecstasy, the thought and realization of her 

Dumbfoundedly enamoured at every image and glimpse of her 

Lightning courses my veins at the slightest touch of her 

She is near, says my body, pretend no longer 

Drop everything: there is only here and now 

Hold her dearly, then kiss her all over

Let no beast creep, prowl, or pounce on her 

She is a feast of warmth like no other walking corpse 

She is all there is, and yet the scene glimmers with her 

She is more than everything, but isn’t it all more vivid with her?

Run, idiot; run, to meet her once more 

Nothing could be more right than to feel her 

As two made one

Anxiety captures the moment void of her,

Consequently robbing all peace which only she treats 

Without her, there is no me 

I fear I am imperfect, 

Without her, there is no me 

Yet, she sees, perhaps more clearly, that there does lie a love within 

We are perfectly imperfect 

Night and day drain all which I am,

Just until she can replenish what existence steals; 

Just until I can hold her tight against my chest, 

Feeling our heartbeats synchronize;

Breathing of, and for, each other,

Making all the strain of days past

Condense into one wave, together, 

Of breathing, fully and deep

Their hate has no place here 

Only room enough for the two of us 

Two made one,

Feeling;

Breathing 

Sanctuary, in each other 

Garden of Us 

Never, has she fallen asleep so easily 

As she does in my arms to the sound of my voice 

A hugging cuddle while one hand caresses her head;

The other, rhythmic in rubbing her back

A periodic kiss placed on her forehead

Eventually unsure of her sleep or wake, 

I’ll close my eyes, too, 

So as not to disturb the sweet beauty 

Of my love so comfortable and warm 

I wonder what she’s dreaming 

And head to join her in that surreal space 

Only to dream, again, that she is in my arms 

What a wonderful little dream;

How grateful, I am, that it’s true 

In blooming flowers, she lives 

In the unspoiled baby bunny, she lives 

The L'oeuvre craves to exhibit her 

Heartful singers sing of her 

I see the sun’s rays cast, and wonder if she makes it shine 

I feel the cold of moon’s night, and hope she’s content 

You are enough

You make it all worth it 

You are the sweetest thing I never could’ve imagined 

You fit everything I lacked, and I, you 

Darling, my dear, my honey 

Let's be perfectly imperfect, together 

Two made one

I love you, my love 

You are my heaven on Earth, my love