Making
everything is about making
cakes, dinner, arms , fun, money
even love
can you believe
even love we make
aren't we mechanical
can we make love in peace
making is kind of a job, i guess
do the birds make love
do they just procreate
dolphins maybe
do they make love
or
merge into an ecstatic union
who knows
nobody knows about a thing
we just make
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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