sitting on the swing on my porch
with nothing but some short shorts and a tank
I sit with my hair drawn out flat
tinkering with my nails
wondering if among the night
there is a soul that matches mine
one with my thumb print
on theirs
through the odyssy of discovery
I've come to the conspiracy
someone
male or female
that is exactly me
somewhere a drift in the night
sharing the same beat of my heart
the same wondrous thoughts
the same fantasies and conclusions
as if we shared a color together
someone out there
has my blood running through theirs
and wherever in this world that person may be
they too are thinking
of me
and wondering if this could be.
Ponder, ponder...
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