I learned as a man
To look at the skeleton
If I can
There is little else to depend on
Till I see flesh on bone
And spot other decorative elements
Form a form into my vision
That leaves in my soul a dent
Then make out of lips and hair
The shaping of an idea
That fits anytime anywhere
The worst thought is like a prayer
Till I got close and I saw
More to what I always I think I see
Till I saw cats with a cat's paw
And a tiger's stripes fighting to be
Till I became one with one
Listening to a different track
Till words sounded like one
Without sighs, tears or wisecrack
Up close and personal it crystalized
All hopes hibernating in the heart
Waiting for the other soul better stylized
To bring new hope and make life start
Once the eyes meet, messages cross
And in my age, words mean what they say
And every win now seems like a weird loss
Eyes open wider. Women know the way.
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