She is he,
and he is She.
The two,
now lost, loves heart.
And bright,
the yellow sun.
You once we're two,
as one,
and ran around the world.
Inside both heads.
He fell inside loves fire.
And she,
his red heart pumping burned
Both fires,
burned ice cold hot.
Within Her,
light did give U.S. form.
Over shadows love,
swept out black coals.
Your smile, twin lips.
He kissed, both miss.
His face, from that.
Bright coals, still hiss.
Now alone again,
he walks into.
Loves,
loving great full moon.
Is It Poetry
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