War of words

War of words are fought

Me and you never fight

Our words do…they strike

They bleed…they lose…they win.

But me and you never fight.

Pacts of pleasures  are signed

Me and you never bond

Those breaths confide…those bodies

Confess…those moments sealed.

But me and you never bond.

Love is the convict trialled

Me and you never sin.

Love does…love condemns…

Love infects…love kills.

But me and you never sin.

Me and you like little guinea pigs

Never live a life of our own

I wish we could fight,

I wish we could make love,

I wish we could sin.

Oh ! Eve…wait no more…

Relish the forbidden fruit…

Let the gods burn in envy…

For not being born in flesh and blood !