Thoughts on Wall Street

I wonder if the cops beating up demonstrators on Wall street and other such areas of protest feel the crunch of the bone of the teenager they just shoved face down onto the street. I wonder if I will face you across a barricade, and feel your disinterested boot on my back.

We are so different in everything. But the water that makes up your beautiful body is the same that fills my cells and my brain. In bed there is no seam between what was yours and mine. When you are inside me, I am inside you.

But tomorrow you will raise your fist against my beliefs and I will kiss your tears tonight.