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You are not a simile. You are not a metaphor
You are not a machine or a puzzle or a piece of equipment, you know 
You are human 
Breathe it in now. Feel that, tendons and muscles of your diaphragm expanding? 
Yes, there is engineering there 
And hear that, the tiny hairs of your inner ear registering vibrations that your brain is translating, into sounds and then meanings
– yes. 

But you. 
You are not a car or a phone, to be taken apart. 
You do not belong in a tool shed, sitting on a workbench;
You do not have a specific set of calibrations on which you will always run perfectly 
Let go of your toolbox. 
Your vocabulary is that of an engineer, but people are not things to see broken and repaired 
– breathe. 
Your insides may resemble the motor of a car, but you are infinitely messier than any model they could design. 
We were never made to be perfect. 
We were never made to fully understand how,
To deal with others of our own kind – o
r even our very own selves
– yes
Hold out your hands and watch fingers intertwine 
How supple skin and tissue moves to fit against another,
Watch new handshake l
ike an enzyme reaction, and yet even more goes behind this
– we are malleable 
And ever growing, don’t you see?
e were never meant to fit our own hands together, or be the entire solution to any puzzle
– this isn’t a design flaw,
We are human 
And we were made to grow together.

Leave your tinkering terminology behind for this one,
Put away your spanner
For you are not a spare washer, or a rusty piece of circuitry 
You are not an engine or a radio or a cybernetic sentience, 
You are organic
Kin to the trees and vines that stretch their leaves haphazardly, in perfect Fibonacci swirls
Out into the wide world, seeking sunlight and nourishment;
Even if you were to be autotrophic, still you would depend upon another,

This collection of eukaryotic cells conglomerated into a whole you call You,
Multicellular Singular
– yet saying you do not have an affinity for organic lifeforms
Believing that amongst the rest of us, you are somehow Other?

For you are not a simile, or a metaphor, or a piece of equipment
You are messy and complete and completely natural,
With internal systems more complicated than even you and I may ever be able to understand
You are Human 

Love’s Labours

Falling in love is like a bicycle
Always so easy to feel the thrill, exhilarated
Rushing down those hills when you start off again
It’s a dream and an idea, a warm jacket that feels like a hug
So easy to put on, wrap around, lose yourself in

It’s never the same, each time,
But there are patterns – the familiar swoop of your internal organs
As they leap to catch your heart
Beating so fast in preparation for takeoff
But they’re always too late – you’ve gone and fallen again…

I’ve been falling in love since I was in kindergarten
All I remember then, was of that boy with such a special smile
Now, it’s something so natural I’ve taught myself contingency procedures
Not just in theory, but the patterns and behaviours needed
Just to get off this rollercoaster…relatively unscathed

It’s never easy, though
The universe is still ruled by physics;
Once momentum is achieved, to halt is to…hurt
That’s the beauty of polyamory, demiromance, bisexuality
You can love, healthily love, so many
Balance yourself, tightrope underfoot
Between the spidersilk threads holding you in stead
Crisscrossing your heartstrings, support in case one snaps

That worked, most of the time
Not with you though
You were the warm blanket I always wanted to wrap myself up in
The texture just right, between soft and strong
I was never afraid I’d lose you
It never crossed my mind that we wouldn’t have…something

Funny, how our dancing act goes
Combined, we perform as easy as breathing
Natural and powerful, our pH is perfect
But we’re not the only variables, not really
Although we did a damn good job of pretending, didn’t we?
It got to be that I could rarely sleep without burying myself in the security of your affection

Oh, the illusions we build, art thou marvelous
We danced so perfectly we forgot where we were
Or at least, I did, for some time
Dreams are so easy to fall into
Once I trusted you fully, I didn’t want to stop falling
But, as gravity dictates, we must
It wasn’t flying – there was that thud of reality
That hit, eventually; forcing you to pick yourself up
Jarred, scarred, but not regretful
Never regretful, for having lived, having loved you
Known you, shown you, as you showed me
The stars
Constellations that linked my joy with your smiles, and our kisses…

I guess I can’t wear it as my lullaby each night, now
But your heavy coat of hugs and hope still lies in my closet, you know
Just in case destiny decides, and fate provides
Us with the chance, to try it on again
And maybe this time… it’ll fit just right