Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
Planting seeds in the rich brown of my eyes,
Watering them with the cool blue of yours,
We gaze past irises and into souls
Our identities blurring and blending
Fusing into something entirely new.
The harvest is lush, my basket overflows.
Corn of ideas, creeping beans of love,
The flowing gourds of acceptance and
Understanding give a cornucopia of
Nourishing food for the soul.