Integration

Dearest —
You are the word
That I speak

How can I say
That I have always been
In love with you —
Even when I did not know
What love meant

I can’t say it —
Because you are
None other than
Myself

How can I possibly
Objectify you
And place you
On the altar
That I bow to
Every morning
And night —

When I can never find you
But in these words
The writer
The knower
The listener —
All myself

How can I say
That I love
Myself