Her nickname
Was always
Gaia with a y.

And she was.
Dancing; not so much
Reasoning.

All feeling. Analysis,
Not so much.
Me, a petard of adrenaline and

Testosterone -short fused with
Whisky and blunt logics- by
Which I found myself

Hoist with ruthless regret.  
All man.
All human

Man.
We merged until we
Emerged, passing through

Each other and moving
On. Two forces of nature
Embracing.

With a broad
Enough
Perspective,

Everything
Looks
Beautiful.