TRANSFUSION

My blood running through your veins

Yours in mine

The ‘drive’ knows no color

That of blood is time

You live through me

And I you

Yet what you see is like chalk and cheese

Magnetic I

Buried in ‘house’ of history’ past

Must have been the ‘rage’ of closet affection

Dust to dust hypocrisy Black Rose

Ashes to the fantasies of highest bids

The double edge sword of society and ‘feel’

Hook and eye of past and present thrills

Visible folktales ‘in living colors’

White-penciled on ‘fact files’

Eyes and ears on the course!

All the way through the fog

I see you and you me

‘No prosthesis for amputated ideologies’