He wants to meet her madly,
desperate is he to forge an intimate union
with the woman he daily worships.

He, becomes she, when she slaps
some skin upon his bony face;
time for him to leave and for she
to join the human race

He has succumbed to the she skeleton,
he’s touching the mystery of the she
who has been secretly serenading the he.

From silently within,
the bones and the flesh,
cells and blood;
sheltering the she of the miss understood.


He into she is so much more
than she appears to be,
and constantly she dreams
of being set free.

This though is dependent
upon the strength of her inner reality.
She is so much more
than her vulnerable carcass,
yet all her admirers can do
is offer up to the she a guess.

(C)Lenny Gazbowski

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