He was contemptuous for those
Unfortunate enough not to be born him.
He also hated the one
That was born him
And thus he was complete.

Her heart and mind held
Joyous optimism of life
She also carried a box containing all
The fears of the world (To be used when needed)
And thus she was complete.

They were of the same pattern.
Though in some places
One had shadow where the other had light,
The pattern remained the same
And together they were complete.

He masturbated alone
As he fantasized of holding a cherished one
In loving arms.
And he was incomplete.

She talked dirty
As they made cherished love
In warm embrace
And she was incomplete.

They lived happily
As joyous and important lives
Carried them apart.
And they were


                                        S.D.  8/24/95