Strange Ones

I will never figure her out...nor her or her...nor him..nor them
They are not of my planet. Their culture is otherworldly. Their customs are strange and alien.
I am an X and they an O
I do understand their motives to obtain their desires and their exclusion
of my own status quo.
That has always been clear.
I have my own.
But what drives that core.
What drives their internal combustion engine?
Is it DNA, a cellular imperative, concocted in a biochemical
cocktail
or is it causality brought on with a sting of a whip
or sweet taboo kiss in the dark.
Either way there is an invisible mark
traced upon them
and me.
Informing us both in no uncertain
terms stay back
stay back
strange one.