Dichotomy (poem circa AD. 2000 at age 20) of a visioned love yet to be
--
He's warm
He's cold
He’s hot
He's mine
belongingness of satisfaction
contention of content
he's black
he's white
he's mine
I'm bathwater
I'm his
Euphoric early morning moonrises waves of wonder
I'm grey
I'm his
he's rough
he’s soft
he's sharp
he's mine
Passion of pretension
rage of love
He's past
He's future
He’s Now
He's mine
I'm cyclical
I'm his
Lustful late midnight sunrises
beginnings of being
I'm now
I'm his
Diometric differences change not the day for night
this doesn't mean that the Sun
never sees the Moon
&
the Moon never puts the Sun away
we are us
he is mine
and I am his
we are We
dichotomy
With radical love from 2000 and 2023,
~namaste~
🌈💜
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