Two ancient cups upon the table
wait for everyone's choice:
two portions :
Eros and Thanatos.
Some scream war : lust gorging on death
not knowing kinship's meaning
while here we are
you holding me with such need
that I tremble at your look, your kiss,
honey flowing through us.
How can they destroy life
tumbling limbs, scattering bodies
when you touch my breast so
welcome and warm
One cup galls as oily lips close upon the rim.
The bitter portion of war spills blood
upon earth's agony
while the other cup holds
life's deepest communion between lovers
with bright-stained lips of joy.
When spirits soar at the birth-cry of a child,
when echoes from the babe's creation :
I love you,
oh I love you :
resound through life
how can they kill?
How can they?