Hidden Connections

The desire that entertains my thought
Are not of one but Of two pathways
And The entrance that swallows my senses
Is of the fault of all men
The heart and the dick
One day in a distant future I must Make whole as a fortress of grey
With the heart
A castle of white
Protected by a physical  wall of black
But this wall was divided by a higher power to ensure balance
Thus leaving the heart weak
As a rib has been rip from the structure
Only to be placed in front of man as woman
With the hearts dreadfully connected
Awaiting the intersection
Knowingly causing misdirection
Every man now searches for the point of connection