a s u n d e r

once
indivisible
our destinies
coiled unsparingly
in each other — like 
blood in a Chinese bowl
bubbling intimately in the slow boil
of a pointlessly intricate embroidery

but soon 
even that 
was not enough
to quell the implacable 
restlessness in your soul
and your urgency for vapour
that turned our sighs of peace 
into a Galilean storm.

and now
the porcelain has
cra cked
and the  covenant
bro     ken
we begin        to spill   
  d i s p            e r s e d
helplessly                               
                               tumbling
falling                                   
torn apart                              irresistibly
         into two                                   stained rivulets
   that                                      flowed 
     your way                                     as did mine. 

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