Confilcted Poetry at The Wild Mind , Writing for My Life by Lynn Sweeting.

Conflicted?

Beyond doubt there's conflict throughout us.
Being only mine, or part divine, drink we that wine?
Bring communion of  devil and consort Goddess,
From  tantric union so fine,
To this plane of confused girls clubbing,
Sucking on mints, giving hints of loving?

Poetry takin' time for rhythm,
Will set free your two-girl schism.
Not that I've time,
For a final rhyme.

Ah, Sigh!
Good bye.