Doesn't that sound nice?

“OUCH!”

“Oops, I’m sorry, did I hurt you? It was an accident.”
That’s what she said. Then she turned her head and walked away.
She went to think of the difference between knowing when to hold them or fold them.
Knowing when to shut it or vent it.
Cabin or tent it.
Buy it or rent it.

She now sits under the cloudy and cool night time sky and thinks about the difference between a man and a woman.
We'll call all the differences ,"it".
What is "it" really?
Can you ever really put "it" into words? Can"it" ever be fully understood?
You are either one or the other. And if you are both, you are still neither one, per say,
but rather, it would make you a whole new thing to understand.
So, yes then! She understands that she will never understand all of the differences between a man and a woman.
But, one things for sure is she knows there are differences.

So, she goes to her lab.
Get's her things ready.
She's scared, but she's ready.

"Footprint, on my heart.
Nice and deep, from the start.
Wet cement, big man shoe,
step and press and stamp me too."

Toad’s leg, bat’s eye,
Pick the heart and the guy,
Newt’s tongue, snake skin,
Be sure to love from deep within.

She stands there stirring up the pot,
Ready is the potion shot.
Plug your nose and brace yourself,
Take that love life off the shelf.

Hearts in eyes and butterflies.

Heads will turn and loins will burn.

True love comes and enters self,
Forever changed, it's off the shelf.

Full of new thoughts and dreams.
And a new life to amalgamate her’s with.
Someone with new ideas about why they’re there.
Someone who’s a little different than she is.
As are all people different than her, as all are from others.
We are all here together. As one.
Differences or not.
We at least all have that in common.
There is something more than special about that.

It’s unity at it’s finest. It’s the largest group she knows of.
It’s humanity and those that make it so.

It’s wonderful and sad at the same time.
The inequalities are what makes her so sad.
But they may be necessary. This is something she’s yet to understand.
But she’s trying.

She does think that some people just need a sip of that love potion she whipped up,
Love potion, the world’s cure?
Deep and pure.
True and real.

"Doesn’t that sound nice?"