I am not fond of confrontation,
mind game fornication .
There is that plastic moment,
stiff stilted thought,
Then the vociferated spilling,
No one wins emotional articulation,
The truth is in you and me,
the human need,
Opposite views are never black or white,
red or yellow,
limitless or yoked,
right or wrong.
Take my hand, see through my eyes,
Together we will find similitude,
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour