Like my body, the sun
rises with wordless speech
and like my mind, the sun
sets with speechless words.
You, a non-conformist (we’ve decided), are ready
to settle down, see what those
white picket fences could translate to.
We haven’t decided if
“yet” is our enigma and “still” our flame.
Our task is to redefine, to tame.
This is a love of a kind (like any other, like no other)
with unintentional gifts.
If we resign, give in to the accompanying scares,
one thing is bound to be lost,
you, me, or yesterday’s tomorrow.
Like two bodies, the world
rotates with irrational ease
and like two minds, the world
is not satisfied with the answers we give.
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