We are not made from the same mould.
Our scars and tattoos do not match up…
only our hands,
clasped determinedly against the word,
by our ‘Stronger Together’ sides.
Your compassion and my empathy
go together
like midnight campfire beer and cigarettes.
… and it’s hard not to notice
that the forest wind
always drives around
yet, never between us.
I have a Tinker’s mandolin for a heart
whilst the depth of the entire ocean
is eclipsed by your logical mind.
You are the safety catch
to my double-barrelled emotions.
I am the twilight lightning
which cracks and ignites
the touch paper
of your sweet, passionate abandonment.
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