poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

my mouth will rise to meet yours at the slightest hint you desire me my outstretched fingers grasp your hand whenever you reach for me my body wrap itself around you when freezing cold you come to bed and legs entangled I will warm you in the sweetness of our communion and when you think of me I’m already thinking of you for I’m there for you 100% completely devoted to you is it love if I don’t know that’s what it is? is it love because I don’t know? is love exclusively a human experience denied to creatures like me? [9-IV-22]
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