“One Soul in Bodies Twain” and
Diaghilev’s “one in private life”
The ocean of men’s friendships spreads too vast
For those who think about it to presume
To use taxonomies which tend to cast
One sinkered net across love’s waves and spume,
One flaring circle that contains love’s all.
Millennia have come and gone with ‘one’
Vaslav Niginsky
The term employed to contain the sprawl
Of feelings shared by two. It is a gun
Instead with scattershot that cannot hope to hit
The bull’s eyes of the many targets males
Construct in amity. Men won’t submit
To unity. Variety’s wide scales
Are there to measure contradictions, lengths,
And loyalties across a range of strengths.
