Ljóð sem ég fann á einni síðu fyrir löngu löngu síðan, á svo við umræðuna sem hefur verið í gangi á “Kynlífi” um hvort strákar eru fífl. Skrifað af Kenny Moore.


Beauty and Beauty
Mind and Mind

It’s funny,
How beauty attracts beauty.
How mind attracts mind.
Each type reflects the other.
A sort of prophetic futile bind.
Beauty to Beauty.
Mind to Mind.

Each end up the same.
Both of depressing kind.
Each aren’t happy in their silence.
Beauty to Beauty.
Mind to Mind.

Mind yearns for Beauty,
And opposite, in kind.
Yet never able to cross over.
Since Beauty is Beauty.
And Mind is Mind.

To be stuck in one’s own potential.
Is worse than any Hell one can find.
How can one be happy with a complete clone?
Of Beauty and Beauty.
And Mind and Mind.

Both are depressed, it’s ironic.
Other thinks other is happy,
And hates them in kind.
Both jealous of the other.
In the cold war;
Of Beauty and Beauty.
And Mind and Mind.

So , in so many ways they are the same.
And yet not, in too many ways to find.
One always has to be higher than the other.
One has to be happy, the other sad.
In this World of;
Beauty and Beauty
Mind and Mind