how did we end up dreamers on different shores
how did we become islands of androgynous memories
with the sand on our poets toes
and the wind in our flushed confused faces

getting a break from the lines on your face and on the paper
from the noise of the city that lost it's inspiration
we get away from tomorrow's mystery
trying to forget the affair we had with yesterday
only dealing with today's starvation of molecular poems

packing our bags for the chemistry we make for each other
finding we only bond well when we are magnetically near the other