My Brother

by Denisiab

Yes, brother, I see you
Residing in the prime of your youth.
Looking as if special attention
was spent on your features and bodily dimensions.
Touched, it seems, by a cherub.
Lord knows you do look good.
But that's where the flattery stops
and the other truth must be dropped.
We're not meant to be
even though you're a physical dime-piece.
I know our souls are eons apart.  Too far away.
Our minds commune on different entrees.
Without these connections, no one can enter
the sanctuary of my bedchamber.
No soul-mate, no deep affection displayed.
No life-mate, No sex made.
So, stop being mad at me
because I don't bow at your feet.
I respect you as a friend and
hope you'll respect me enough to let me stand.

My Brother by Denisiab

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