We argued tonight- <br />about war, about revenge and pacifism, <br />and what we would or wouldn't do <br />if we found ourselves in certain hypothetical circumstances. <br />We circled each other, <br />our wrists bound together with trust, and blood, and semen. <br />I pushed my points, <br />and she tried to reconcile <br />as we spun faster, and faster, <br />until we were a blur. <br />Then, without warning, we opened up, <br />and we were a cup, receiving, <br />and I remembered, once again, <br />just why we are together.<br /><br />metamorphhh (aka jim crawford)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zen-vows/
