Hermaphrodite
bind me
flesh into flesh
my love
loom me into
being
stitched together
cross-seamed
creweled over
needle tracks
tuck me
into you
a new creation
not a beast
of two backs
but a singularity
with sun and moon
emblazoned on our form
tracing
the path of our desire
so tight
that we
wince in pleasure
our delight in ourselves
a glinting tapestry
woven from silver and gold
depicting
where the gods have tread
are we not
doubled over
coupled
underneath
so beautiful
we are
a sign
the hand
that stroked
the two-pronged unicorn
its mysteries obscure
shining in the between
elusive
a beast that prances
do the double pipe’s tune
stamping
that molded us
they say it is mythical
but are we not proof
of its miracles
its work is
resplendent
how it marks us
its unmistakeable
prints
all over us
Kristin Agudelo
Kristin Agudelo grew up in Malaysian Borneo and exotic New Jersey. An emerging poet, she currently resides in Maine, where, when she is not writing, she is a Waldorf high school Humanities teacher.