They talk about sexuality like they know what they do
When oneness is split in two
It seeks to return to what it was 
And because 
There was once no you and I
There was only spirit that does not die 
And in my androgyny 
I found someone who complemented me
And there is a longing to unite
With the person with which I fight
I scream down the phone
Don’t leave me alone
You retort 
“I don’t like your sort”
I lose hope
And the ability to cope
So I manipulate
At least that’s what you call it when we’re in that state
And it’s all ashes and thunder
But, still, I have your number
And I can’t help but call
Though I’m facing a brick wall
Like Spider-Man when he loses his ability 
And slides down the rock face (it looks kind of silly)
So I just pull away and out
I watch your mask of self doubt
Turn to horror and a “no!”
I pretend not to care though
When I push, you pull
And my cotton wool
Pajamas are missing something essential
An arm around them so reverential 
And I don’t think I’ll ever bear child
But you still drive me wild
In the ether we share
And I swear
It’s mountainous prose
As we travel the roads
Looking very like two well worn skins 
And it’s always she and him
Til we merge into unity
We kiss and our love is set free