La poem
Two of a kind, you and IThough my age betrays a maturity
Your guidance directs me to my soul
To be lost for so long, a kind gentleman showed me the way
I was out walking. I pushed myself, heaving
The sun pulled all moisture from me
The clarity was like cheap vodka in a plastic bottle
That walk produced bug bites, infected
By a hair removal cream, chemical
Dark spots, as if I had a case of the pox
I remember how he paid no notice
Two of a kind if there could be
The gears always moving, puzzle pieces turning, or Skelton keys jangling
To find a matching groove consoles me
If and since I do not wish to be a romantic unit
And if blessings aren’t reserved to God
I hold you as a blessing, in the most primal sense
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Redex left the site a few months ago as she has enough.
May I ask why LA poem? Is this supposed to be French? If it is then it's LE.
I was playing with la boneme
I thought your poem reminded me of it...
I made a connection :)