Sweat,
Flesh,
Contorted mess.

We represent gods,
For your inner hindu.
We bend like bamboo,
When we're required to.

We sway to the rhythm
Of our animalistic noises,
Deaf to the world
And it's robotic voices.
Only for a moment,
We feel what it's like to die-
To be alive,
To not feel the twisting inside.
The one that hides
In the endless depths of our minds.
Where we're dry,
Ready to set alight
And slowly burn ourselves alive.

We feel high,
Like we control the tides,
With love's notion moving oceans,
Enjoying mother nature's motions.
Drinking love like a potion,
Endless thirst for your emotions.
Unquenchable and ravenous
We scar each other
With desire's kiss.
As children of the moon,
Our form shifts
And soon we become
The Androgynous.
Passion explodes, as toes curl
In our new perfect form,
Two souls morphed into one.

Our lonesome days of searching
Are done.

We've become
What we were meant to be,
A connected, balanced entity.
Woven by the tale of
Aristophanes.

Representing gods,
For your inner hindu.
Bending like bamboo,
When we're required to.

Sweat,
Flesh,
Completeness.

-SLuR