The First Word

I am the me between Demeter and deter,
the spine in supine absent you,
I am the gap in Agape,
the age in language after you.

I am the war in swarm,
the arm in swarm,
the vows inherent in vowels,
the asp writhed from grasp,
the tor at the top of the storm.

I am the i between deify and defy,
the axis aching inside the migration
of starlings,

the i between
vapor and viper,
between mire and more,
i am the sword interred
between expire and explore,

I am Eve,
the or that broke
a fever to forever.