The Way We Laugh At Each Other... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

Your arms, like my thighs, portray tree trunks:
attributes of Roman infantry do apply...
Are we women, or are we ancient hunks?
What would you say if your bottom looked like mine?

If you joined your torso with the rest of me
a powerful deity would be born...
I can see how you'd caress her or him;
my useless womb would resound like an angelic horn...

Hold my hand - let's merge our unique bodies;
let's sing the song of what's still to come...
Let it be unison of two loving buddies -
Herculean sister, take me home...