You don’t grasp a man

Until he babbles

Like a boy

And whispers his mysteries

Like a girl

Until he daydreams away

In the clutches

Of the night

Till he hollers the name

In the belly

Of his heart

Until he surrenders

His wakefulness

And regresses back

To fetal position

At the gateway

Of slumbers

You don’t perceive a woman

Until her mask

Is smeared

And her mascara

Is smudged

Until she hibernates

In her trance

Till she farts away

With no regard

Until no fragrance

Can rescue the night air
















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