Pink-Blue

Pink-Blue

Middle dweller, fence sat, can’t decide. Hormone pride, indistinct neurological trinket thief. Miss mapped Cortex contusions now meet.

Jingling pockets, tip top in oestrogen. Curdled in combine, testosterone compressor. Their formula daily, esposes my skeleton.

Rich in rituals, flawless diaphragm, recirculated, difficult doses of razzmatazz.

Weigh bridge appointment, not administered. The balance of chemicals jettison set. Pipettes pirouette, St John’s Wort’s drop in cohorts possession.

In front of locked doors frantically drawn into its cocktail cabinet keys rotunda of masters. None fitting before. Clumsy fingered anthropologists, playing creationists in a game, I’m not included in.

Endocrine philistinism, drip federation. Emotionally synced, day of the month citation. In durations tradition, the wait is over. Bating over egged the finish, yet plusher in its gestational intent.

I see the plan in regiments. How fortuitous, congress is, “a needs must’ in meandering. More focussed, that disparate being, in over coming.

“Your natural as you are”, a whispered teacher taught, bitch face rising, not deployed, as vibrancy in differences. Can chop the wood and fell the forest.

Then I see clearer. No fear-mongering cloying to pointed incisors. The divide hide, conjoined blender structure.

Broken barriers intimated thus reconciliation interiors, just colour, juxtaposed area codes, dated emblems fold neatly, into the unfolding.

Boy-Girl. Pink-Blue