Birds and Bees
both fly with ease
buzzing, flapping
in the breeze

Never meet
to copulate –
with budding seed
repopulate.

Adam, Eve?
They took their leave,
crying, sighing
as they grieve.

Graceless fall,
heaven? hell?
Grinning? Sinning?
Who can tell?

You and I?
A perfect pair?
An ideal Knight,
A Lady fair.
.

Faithful love
a perfect hue
one red, one white: roses, two.

Thorn and Rose
match perfectly
you are the Rose
The thorn? Ah, me.

Lorenzo Costigliolo

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