52

On Plato and Humanity
Payton Foster

I get caught in the throes of  you so often
That I forget what is me and what is you.
Blurring occurs beneath layers of  linen 
And under the dense cover that is night

That makes us indistinguishable.
I long to stay with you forever this way,

Us two melding and becoming seamlessly one.
Like what the ancient greeks thought to be the first humans.

I think the gods would be jealous enough 
To want to split us in the end too.

Which is maybe why even though we want to be one
We will stay two.

To respect the divinity that made us separate.
Always longing to be whole again.