Unblooded

("And if you could see what I'm thinkin' of
  then you would understand our love. . .")
  
Far beyond human comprehension
and clearer than human color
the unseen bonds that make us fluid
make us one, my human Brother!
  
Noise pollution ---- diction abrasive, but clear,
magnetizing our hearts, so near!
  
And still. . .
We emit the tender moments
the times of reaching out
and touching a hurting soul.
When all cannot see ----
How then, do WE know?
  
Goals all different, some intertwined
I am your Brother of a different color
and you, my friend are mine.
Our bonds have become quite adhesive.
O, how did we ever find the time?
  
We made it.