Two Humans

Every soul with a different story,
Imperfect beings with no name.
Can’t wash your heart of no pain,
I’ll watch mine cure yours for us.

That’s untrue, my friend
We are perfect as perfect can be
Even with the dirt in our hearts
Even without the healing we seek

You asked for cuddles, I’m here as rain
And as a blanket too for your use,
I’d make my emotions transparent
So you see beyond words I speak.

Words are little and needless
Rain is our immoral cuddle
Do not cover what you need exposed
I am not one to give into carefree feelings

Twine saliva till pleasure is derived,
Semen to eggs to our replicas,
Two is a perfect number to be one,
Troubled minds in peace with each other.

One is an adored obscene scene
Talking about the way the flesh sins
It is just the two of us
Struggling to run into our death

No missing rib in search to be found,
Just dust particles mixing with another
Till this is no different from that.
Untold stories of grasses in a desert

This is what I fear;
The colour, the scent that you wear.
I fear I may never remove me
From your shadow completely.

My dear brain as a witness-
thoughts of you is my weakness
Enveloping insincerity in a box
To be mailed never to return.

I once heard of the ways of the desert
Grasses are unfamiliar fruits
These bones are mine from another
Siamese of me and you.

Abdul X Leonell