If I see you as a beautiful human, will that be enough?
If I do not recall all the tags you wear, will you say I am unjust?
I want to know the you inside, not the encasement of your light,
Tell me the things that you aspire, all your plans, goals, fuel for flight,
Let us laugh and cheer each other, speak deep of life, and the cosmos,
Beautiful human, you are more than tender flesh pigmented, or burn of hormonal preferences,
And if you are to know me, too, we must meet within our essence.
Copyright 2021 Joan Wiley