There is a dichotomy of wants in me
Windsor-knotted ties
Lush libraries
Well-kept hands pouring fine wine
And
Men with lithe muscle
Women with berry-stained lips
Long, witchy skirts
Dusting the forest floor
Either side is a cry for hedonism
One in refined taste
Dorian Grey silks
And the other
A life of ease and split ends
Communion with the earth
Bodies unashamed to taste each other
Both seek that marrow
And I seek those seekers
Waiting for either deluge
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