Monday Poem

Hormones in Love
Jim Culleny

Only one can have this thought.
Did you think your thoughts were mine?

We lie apart as close as this:
thinking still alone combined.

Two skulls each with a budding brain.
Two “I”s distant as two moons
catching light from somewhere else
too bright to be too far and soon

we come together touch and kiss
we think there is no more than this
we think we think the selfsame thoughts
—but pleasure's not the same as bliss.

We come together, kiss and touch
We think this close is not too much.
And though we think we are as one
—embrace is not the same as clutch.