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