There was something beautiful
Almost hopeful
About the way he shared her forthright demeanor and cutting edge passion for countering *******

You see, there’s a lot of *******
Far and wide and deeply embedded

And on certain days she’s convinced that we’re all sort of caged inside a big bubble of the ******* spinning like rodents
Mindless
and in circles

But today
She wonders what the juxtaposition of their thoughts might look like

And she thinks
That they likely aren’t that dialectically opposed after all

And she wonders if that’s what makes up love
Complexity
And pain

One shred of understanding buried under piles of all the **** they’ve dumped in far off corners of desolate lots

Waiting