Synthetic Bonding (Twenty-Three Year Old Male's Poem of Devotion to Female Tribe Member of The Same Age, Now Courting) 1984

Baby calm down, turn around and allow yourself to hear the sounds and words I avow. Gonna be sunshine before too long. I promise. You promise? He promised! Just hold on strong. No need for the bong, our past Siren’s song. Life is real. We must deal without the induced altered state. Let clear conscious decisions be our destiny, not fate. We’ll be fine throughout the night and the light will shower on us like the finest wine. We’ll take communion and drink of his blood which he shed for our chance to live our lives together. Inclement weather notwithstanding, sometimes handing us a storm; so we may warm ourselves; unite, to make our relationship stronger. Holding hands and fighting the good fight, conquering this life. The longer we hold on to one another the more the bond will adhere. Eventually being seamless, as one; with nothing or anyone to fear.