Your nine is my seven, my seven your nine.
You are yin and I am yang, two tadpoles
commingled; two shining planets aligned.
Surely two halves can make a perfect whole?
The sand slips from one glass chamber
into the other enriching, feeding.
I swell, you wane; I descend, you clamber -
transferring strength; power conceding.
Tangible duality is restless.
We each contain the germ, the other's seeds
rendered into sweet-scented Vignette.
The hour glass is spiralling and endless -
moonless surge sweeps in, sunless wave recedes -
we will come together love, just not yet.
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*Yin and yang can be thought of as complementary (rather than opposing) forces that interact to form a dynamic system in which the whole is greater than the assembled parts.
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* A vignette is a short impressionistic scene that focuses on one moment or gives a trenchant impression about a character, idea, setting, or object
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Dragonish
ŞiirPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
