24 April, 2012


Jet-setting between business-class and second-class,
two long-haired dames set out to collect laughter and lust.

They dance in between extra tall tulips and men with eight arms
while painstakingly walking on concrete that they haven't felt before.

These two souls intertwine like noodles in a bowl,
reacting to each other's joy with heartfelt comradery.

Their travel breeds understanding of one another, of themselves,
leaving no time for sleep but plenty for words.

Parting, Shakespearean, enables them to root back into reality
but not without insisting at new maps and new routes soon.

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