#robinreids

Swept up in your whirlwind, swimming toward your centre. A castle of solitude; A fortress of necessity.

Flowers bloom alone, as do ideas. Another is needed to delight in your tempest.

For men, though,

I can’t comment on women, though,

I imagine it’s not too dissimilar, like,

two types of converse high tops.

The umbilical cord severs twice,

both when you leave the home,

also,

when you leave the house.

Sometimes the second cut

is more of a hack.

The cord often becomes thick and leathery,

from a lifetime of playing in the sun and,

the doctors surgical blade is lost in the past.

As long as it severs,

it doesn’t need to be clean,

you’re finally just you.

Only you.

even if that means,

letting the dust gather,

Nameless forest

Your soft hands interwoven in mine,

Beer bubbles floating between cerebellums,

transferred by fleeting kisses.

Divided only by the eternal feud,

vegemite or marmite...

No matter,