You don't connect with me because it is impossible for you

You don't relate to an experience with me that can be dignified

You don't connect with me because your past interactions with my gender

Have not gone well

They have been poisoned by actions fueled with bile

You don't connect with me because you don't feel the need to discover the value of the space between us

Which is minimal in your mind

That is your right; inalienable, invaluable

I am aware of my privilege

I am aware that in order to deconstruct it, I must listen

Without expectations

Of a partnership desired by one, with levels undefined

Once we both know this, I will move on

Understanding that the need for you to love

Must go through your own journey

One where preferences of your own heart

And ambitions decide

Even society's prescribed laws mixed with geneticisms

Demand that I chase you within reason

With clever plotting

Conducting with sticks of innuendo

After that pull of indoe

6 puffs before the pass, 6 breaks from your cheeks

Feeling that our ability to connect

Is just chance. It meant nothing. Because we live nowhere.

Peppered with circumstance. As the axis spins one way. 

You think that you will find the endpoint of your road to redemption

In the land of nothing

Rather than desire to enter a brave new world

Above this netherworld

Where everything is a footprint to hell

According to every one

Including the voice from the pain in your elbow

Woken from the flex of your tricep

Harmony, felt in our bones at times, does not exist

In an environment built for deception

We know this

We march against this lie perpetrated as truth

In our systems. In our cities. In our relationships

With solids, liquids, and gases

But we quit a lot

Because the days of pure justice are a long time ago

If they ever existed

We imagine because lies are long

Past our reproduction

Take 6.