Girls are the nets weaved in the forests

the saudade of the trees touching

and twisting in glistening light

that is emanating from the gaps between the trees.

And boys are that gap, a creamy drizzle of star shine

dwelling under a universe light.

The women are the lavender dust from flowers pressed in books

and men are the books, pressing the flowers

entwined in the hair of the women

scrutinizing their beauty.

Gender is just a word,

when all the feathers connect to a wing.

and the wing flies,

gender is just a word

while the heart aches and the fire dies,

for we are all stars waiting to be connected,

a man to a woman, a woman to a man,

to breathe the forelsket

to feast on the forelsket.

We are all composed of water.

And long to flow across the shadows of an eclipsed God.

To breathe forelsket,

to seize forelsket.

Men are the mountains

and women are the mists.

We are all the peaks that can never truly be climbed

and we are equally tall,

we are equally tall.

We are forgotten stories,

swimming through the forelsket.

We are just men and women waiting to be loved.

We are like petals in spring

blooming in forelsket,

falling in love with the little things in life.

Gender is just a word,

we all trap butterflies underneath our soul’s breath.

We are all in love with the world

and each other

even the unloved,
we are all under forelsket.