No rhyme concentrated poem.
Women and men, magnets
Not from broken mirrors but
from innocence
Not like clocks
But like tides
God stranding us all
Seperating us, as meat from the bone
Women and men
Glass and wood
Chance plays in every organ
Fit love into us
A dose of inconvenient confusion
Niiave lips
Wild kisses
P.s and footnotes
Man and wife
Hopeful and expectant
Swapping seats
No comfort in the process
World´s collide
with god´s permission
Sense is sprinkled
So is insanity
between ladies and gents.
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