Dark Pairing
–Tarfia FaizullahI am learning to love you,
my fingers unruly.
What thrives without
special treatment?Not all species are hardy,
easy to grow from seed. Let usremember how innocent we were.
Some species
prefer full sun, others tolerate
the shade—
Love, didn’t I know you firstby your body’s particulate sweat?—Some
species are overlooked, mistaken
for weeds, choked by the neighboring,and there was a time I was one
of many thin stalks none would want to cut.You move among the many-
breasted hives, my heart under your foot,sister of a stone. It’s true I gave
you the memory of my sister to keep, seed
of her ghost—and you, here like this,
pressing back—it comesback readily, and I turn
to you, caught,
your mouth opening. I fearedmy father most, and fought his voice’s
hard darkening—toughest of all species,
it survives on its own, and though the propensity to hybridize creates confusion,
you and I continue to bend into and away
from each other, dark pairing. I understand
the fear
of a child growing
into a woman, onewho might show love—kneeling down
to drink again the riotous tangling of my legs in yours.
Don’t we have to cut away rungs from this
wild climbing? Here
is grace,such verdant and frost-
burnt propagating.
*italicized from “The Beekeeper’s Daughter” by Sylvia Plath