There is only one thing that separates us
in men and women
that makes us divide mindless in minds,
and men never mind.
Between our legs are petals and pistils
and at times it shoots us inside.
only to cover the mess we can’t control
We open and give and think we take
but overwhelmed and wilted in years
we wish for a months rest
and no interruption.
Nature never asks,
and many other blossoms drown in crimson,
cranberries and strawberries.
We apologize for being crazy
We are sorry for not making sense
We wish we could just ignore it
We’re sorry it’s our fault
We don’t care.