Almost Perfection, we two fit together Bound in the incense of love and desire Called by a song of eternal attraction Dancing its way through our being; Eager for everything, we dream it to life. Fire and ice through the passage of days Grief and delight shared together Half light, half darkness Interweave in life's flow, Joining and kindling the mysteries of love. Kind seeks out kind Love conquers lust Man and Woman become something Numinous; a third sort of being, Ontologically supreme. Potentialities vie with realities, Quixotic schemes founder Resisted in the mire of daily Situations that pull them to earth; Tempestuous love strives to ascend. Under the sun of our expectations Verity sometimes gropes blindly in its glare. We seek the perfection of what we are, Xenophobic in our sharp self-focus, Yet still in need of those others who love us. Zealots all are we, drunk on the common draught of passion.