Two

Two heads down, chests pointed high.
Strong bodies, crumbling faces.
Two women sitting, legs open, long black cloaks.
Ancient bodies, somber faces.
Two boys on one motorcycle, no shoes, cut-off jeans.
Young bodies, promising faces.
Two Peshmerga in red berets.
Stiff bodies, trained faces.
Two Nepalis gathering trash, florescent vests.
Desperate bodies, determined faces.
Two twenty-somethings sorting through their dreams.
Stressed bodies, hopeful faces. 

One burning sun on one horizon.
Brilliant body, bleeding face,
Heat the soil like oil in a frying pan.

One rainfall on one horizon.
Appeasing body, placating face,
Seduce the soil like a lover's first kiss. 

A cloudless sky in a nameless land.
I am anywhere
Beholding the beauty of two.

We would be small without the other.