In and Out of Darkness

Expressing to the other who they cannot bone, fuck, lick or kiss... Feels a little silly-- intrusive through the veils of what we've done before.

Now we are playing Mom and Dad ready to wag a finger in front of the other's face while being bulldozed on the inside till our tired, young souls fall down.

And our bodies are not perfect, but when we exude preciousness but also ferocity we'll bloom like fruit on trees like in the Garden of Eden.

I am not Eve and you are not Adam. And we never will be and finally that is okay. I most definitely was not made from you. Just like there is no doubt that you were not made from me.

And we hear No Doubt play in the cafe and the farthest thing from our minds is the paper due tomorrow or how disappointing we feel. Because Gwen just got us going.

But I grow, like the sunflower-heart in my chest. Tomorrow is brighter because I say so. I feel power through my stem-limbs. It's an honor to grow beside such a strong tree, even if I'm cold sometimes from the cast of a shadow.