In a world where love's a complex plot,
Some findings are spicy, believe it or not.
The scientists speak with a grin,
"Lesbians win more often within."
In the laboratory's less-than-mystic lights,
They measure the peaks of ecstatic heights.
The stats roll in, a rhythmic drum,
Hinting where more pleasures come from.
But beyond the buzz of the study's reveal,
Lies a truth with a tender appeal.
Not just in the where or the how,
But in the closeness of the here and now.
For while charts may tally who feels what,
It's the bond that kindles, stirs the pot.
The heart that listens, the eyes that see,
The soul connections where humans are free.
So here’s to love, in all its forms,
Weathering norms, outlasting storms.
May each find joy, be it mild or wild,
In the arms of love, life’s sweetest child.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf
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Comments2
This is incredible
Wot precisely was the 'it' your local paper wrote about? If it was lab experiments - forget it.
Let whoever relate to whomsoever and enjoy the warmth and tenderness attendant in that close relationship.
Call it a day if you have to define relationships - their type and form.
(I did get you – if you are in any doubt.)
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