Same Loves

Same loves, difference in manner,

and I dig my claws, yet muddy,

the swill is least of the matter

for thou is the source of my glee;

Same loves, and still mine is more though,

or thine tantamount in person,

or brimming as we are a-flow,

soughing northerlies in unison;

Same loves, so one being us two;

us with everyone, celebrate;

posies whose selves let grew

and junctioned whilst them celibate;

For same loves are also distinct,

disparities kindred and linked.