Are we the same
Souls similarly soaked with sadness
Weighted down with woes and worries
Whittled away to outlines
Ill defined
Against a back drop of finality

Sometimes I feel like we're connected
Heart to heart
String between
Held in place with safety pins.

And if my heart be scarred and burned,
The safer, I, for all I learned;
The calmer, I, to see it true
That ways of love are never new--
The love that sets you daft and dazed
Is every love that ever blazed;
The happier, I, to fathom this:
A kiss is every other kiss.
The reckless vow, the lovely name,
When Helen walked, were spoke the same;
The weighted breast, the grinding woe,
When Phaon fled, were ever so.
Oh, it is sure as it is sad
That any lad is every lad,
And what's a girl, to dare implore
Her dear be hers forevermore?
Though he be tried and he be bold,
And swearing death should he be cold,
He'll run the path the others went....
But you, my sweet, are different.

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than I am,
by what devious means do you contrive
to remian idle?  Teach me, O master.

New name
He speaks it like a new taste
Repetitive,
Reflective,
And I lean in close
To taste it with him.
All our differences,
Nuances,
This is just the same
A carbon copy
Of previous behaviour
But it all feels so new.
Like we were the first,
Threw old names in the dirt
And sheltered under
Our idea of love
Of all it took
To be enough for another.
Me a Mrs
You a Mr
All proud and puffed
With the transition
That was as simple as donning a suit
And stepping out of a dress