Parallel Lives

A glorious tumult:

Two cells intertwining,

Like our legs at night,

In a heated passion.



They sustain life:

Creating unseen galaxies,

Like the ardor between us,

In their secret atmosphere.



Holding each other:

Their walls collide,

Like the look in our eyes,

In uncomplicated passions.



Entities filling a void:

Manifesting their souls,

Like we trade scars,

In beautiful, unequivocal honesty.


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