Few long lasting passions
But a few that do
Pinpoint the few
For me and If I
don’t have a clue
Inform me too
Because we won’t connect
On any note but blue
Unless the suppression comes to the surface
I need to unearth this
Please regurgitate
The hate that has served us
So well to deserve the purge that unfolds
For a must to become dusk comprises
the silk that surprises elders
In their pink laminated caress
entwined within a fishnet mess
Confess please
For me
It’s the least I can be
To release upon a surge
Of just you and me
I wouldn’t clearly see
Unless that puzzle, like a neck, chest and torso fit quite right to a T
Oh you
Oh me
Such a unity
That pleases beyond the eye can clearly see
Of a passer by and a baby born to be
The one that carries a seed to a plant that forms a tree
Each branch that spans a length no geometry can feasibly place a degree
I want to see
And I want within me nothing more than nature, you, a bird and a bee
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