Union of Sexes
Any combination, but let us take a man and a woman, and let us let them be hungry for each other in anything they do or don’t.
Let us let them love each other in the most romantic of relationships.
It doesn’t matter who wins anything.
There is no battle between sexes — no patriarchs who impose, nor matriarchs. There is no striving to get what is wanted by one.
There is no feeling of superiority just because — nor any other kind.
There is no idea of putting something in the way of this union.
There are days of the most beautiful clouds, and there is sunshine.
There are notes of inner music pervading moments of nothingness or action alike.
There is the sea that never ends in time, the things that repeat themselves in a never-ending string of always differently the same that never bores.
It’s always different because it’s alive and vibrant, up and down and in and out and wave after wave like an ocean.
And even when everything stops, this union continues.
Nobody can do anything wrong — just because, and that’s only the beginning. Life continues with its changes, all right. Other clouds come and go. Other encounters. Other adventures.
And it doesn’t matter so much — just because of this union. The value of serendipity is highly underestimated. Let us embrace it.
What could have been is perfectly OKAY. As is what is. Ah, what is! What is! What is!
Kisses falling like skydrops.
They don’t care for what they get.
Or do not get.
Nothing is needed — because everything is already there.
Everything is allowed — because all that is needed is already guaranteed.
No envy, no greed, no burning of books.
No wanting to live any longer than life.
No lethal injections, no slaughter of kids, no scorching of what is already a desert.
No bullies. No rapists. No deaf cries of victims.
Union of sexes
Sitting. Watching. Silently remembering.
Dancing. Feasting. Swirling around.
The world will be here for a very long time! But right now, that doesn’t matter so much.
Your arms are my arms.
The moon is bright.
You are my true love.
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