Husband and Wife

1

I woke up and found you above me—
your face peering down through shadows, 
your hair sweeping slowly across my chest, 
your voice crying out a name in the darkness, 
my name, just once, 
as if it had been pulled out of you 
from a great distance, from oblivion itself, 
as if a rib had been carved from my side 
and given back in your shape, 
as if we were two halves of one body—
a cell, an egg floating in water, 
a new being gathering force like a storm 
(wind-tossed, tossing the wind) 
until the rain seeding the clouds 
and the thunder bloating the sky 
could stand it no longer 
and we burst forth in a wild flood.