soulmates

no need for recourse to this, my sweet
for you and I to break and then to meld
to search for the man and indulge in the female
for numbers and flowers and chocolates and priests
I cannot presume that you and I should even meet

of heroes and heroines we've had our fair yarn
and of rebels and antics that cease not
to tickle our trembling hearts
of disasters that befall in our mind's eye
and the tragedy that is sung out daily
as we take back to our darling antics
and wish the dream
that would wish for dreams in our stead

not for you and I, my love
these seasons of storms and thunder
that blow their force and bury us under
nay, force this burial that has long been blown under
and ask for why, perchance
were we not there when the disaster struck
but sit
and solemnly drink our tea
each gazing in an eye
we'd much rather pluck.