Geminis Poem by Steven Taylor

geminis…
most as gentle as a lamb,
as smooth as polished rocks…
a moment passes, .. blam! !
they then thrill you out your socks! ...

geminis…
intuitive as hell,
in league with space and time,
unlike those trapped inside a shell, …
…to confine them is a crime…

geminis…
their trademarks are their smiles,
their purpose genuine,
their eyes, their words, their styles
will put goosebumps on your skin

geminis,
they have a grasp on love and hate,
mere diseases they endure,
they know that destiny and fate
will be the final cure

geminis….