Androgynous Lullaby

I love androgyny.

The thief king doesn't just hide
Behind translucent barricades .
Perhaps in pheromone-laced lies,
And hormones that crystallized,
Prodded every sublime thought,
And replaced my air with nebulae.
I'm a a star, you are supernovae,
But in macrocosm, we are naught.
We are, you and I: Libertines of
DNA.
Chromosomes XX, XY.