We watch them point from Windows
As we walk hand in hand together
Your blue fingers much deeper
Than my pale green.

Your third eye wanders and scans
Looking for trouble in corners
But my single eye- is focused on you

If I had a heart that beat
It would match your six
That's how connected we are

If only those window watchers
Could break those glass barriers
And understand love

My scaly skin sings
At the touch of your tentacles
And our differences
Are magnetically aligned

Someday they'll see it
Those lined up clones
But until that day
I'll focus on you.

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A silly poem, a serious message. Love comes in all forms, shapes sizes, colors, religions, sexes, and species. Don't be a pointer.