(Assignment: Unstack objects or tear down the obstacles stacked in your way, etc.)
You and I
Primus and Thisbe
or ,more accurately, Thisbe and Thisbe
kissing through chinks in socially constructed,
sub-culturally enforced, walls.
Every six months or so,
we have one of our marathon,
post-midnight phone conversations
and decide that honoring these
long ago conceived restrictions
is nothing short of stupid.
The morning light will find us
lack to will to pursue
such noble aims.
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Beautiful poem! Found it on Twitter.
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