We collide on purpose
not our own
leaping
into orange.
Then I am red
and you are yellow
circling
a solitary fever.
We make
rings of fire
in dim spaces
stroking time
Where I am red
And you are yellow
And when we meet
We set ourselves on fire.
-Fran Ng
I like the poem for its fiery message, an exchange of heat creating fire. This is not only sex but also love that entails sex.
Fate made them red as red and yellow as yellow, so when they meet, they created a chemistry that set them on fire.
This made me think fate or God has His own way of introducing us our own lifetime partners. We can’t tell when or force ourselves to predict just to get frustrated. Love comes when it is ready to meet us. It doesn’t heed our wills.
My advice for those anxious girls to meet their perfect pair: one, there’s no perfect guy. Second, don’t force yourselves to guys who don’t deserve your love (and your virginity). Third, wait, wait, wait, even for a long time, because the best one will soon arrive in your life either. It might even catch you off guard.
and true love waits…. (^_^)V