Chocolate and vanilla –
Antipodal-
And yet as they collide
Create
A perfect concord,
An Amity of traits.
Such was the harmony
Of the frozen desert
Afore them.
Palates tricked
By the familiarity
Of sight over taste.
Fight
The Fright of flight
From common trends
Ego-dystonic ideals
Blend.
Chalk and cheese
They remained.
Confused by
Society’s dictate-
Vanilla should equate
Distaste.
As they sat facing
The frozen desert afore them
Circles of perception met
Roles transcending
Yet always having to conform
Yin met yang
Each with a dot within
Ending a story
That should have never begun
As the swirls of black and white
Melted into a muddy brown.
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