=Peoples Redux=

Peoples, I speak
of those who compel
and repel by their mere being
themselves to me.

They are those who
by night, keep me awake
with the mere thought
of their existence,
themselves and mine,
wandering so parallel
and anti-parallel in all
my crookedness of schemes,
their plainness of designs
meant to seduce and educe
arousal and revulsion in harmony of
themselves to me.

They are those whom
I darily wish by night
or dream I could compel
and repel like magnetic monopoles
themselves to me.

They are those who
shine so brightly at times,
a beacon to the blind
infatuous lustious loves
searing my eyes alive,
themselves and mine,
escaping unpetrified
from the mirrors of Medusa's
snaking locks redux,
only to freeze by empithy
reflecting off apotropaic minds
themselves to me.

Peoples, I speak
of you who compel
and repel by your mere being.
Let these words be what we cannot be,
yourself to me.