The Incompatible Miracle

You wake up alone an hour
Too soon, thinking in your old,
White skull that you realize

There was magic in romance
But not what you thought it was.
The wonder wasn’t the love

Or the lust that fired it up.
It was when you found yourself
Precariously aligned,

Thanks to all that chemistry,
With a stranger’s perspective
Outside kinship or friendship,

That made no obvious sense
To you, wasn’t yours, but was,
Just then, both of yours as well.