Creatures of Light and Darkness by R. Zelazny

WORDS

Between you and me,
the words,
like mortar,
separating, holding together
those pieces of the structure ourselves.

To say them,
to cast their shadows on the page,
is the act of binding mutual passions,
is cognizance, yourself/myself,
of our sameness under skin;
it rears possible cathedrals
indicating infinity with steeply-high styli.

For when tomorrow comes it is today,
and if it is not the drop
that is eternity
glistening at the pen’s point,
then the ink of our voices
surrounds like an always night,
and mortar marks the limit of our cells.