Love Poem to Poem Love

This is just another
One of those things we share,
This habit of fusing
Two to one in a pair,

Mangling up the numbers—
Each one a self, each two
A one, each double self
A hall of one in two,

One end infinitely
Vanishing, the other
Endlessly repeating—
Poem loving poem lover.

You were my first among
The ghosts, introduced me,
So meaning, mystery,
And story seduced me,

When it was you I loved,
Guest in your reflection,
Hosting your reflections,
Home and resurrection.

We love sharing faces
As bright eyes love a mask—
The chance to inhabit
What no one will ask. Ask.