One Flesh.

Imagine his surprise,

only the other morning,

when, whilst shaving, he noticed

that the white of his right eye

was now healed, no longer blemished,

as it had been for some time,

by the thin red track

of a surfaced blood vessel.

But his satisfaction was fleeting,

he almost instantly recalling

that it was never his own eye

that was flawed so, but hers.