Eros and Chaos
have more in common
than at first
we understand
You were erotic
in a chaotic rush
left you holding my hand
gave you my good
my light
you joined me in a perfect match
tied
love
bound
found but now good bye
sad bye sweet bye
together and controlled
which one of us from this old nest will fly?
and which will be left cold to freeze?
It seems the free bird always finds the breeze
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