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

when our lips touch once more will she be assertive, owing to the hungers that drive her that are the essence of Woman will she be coy, owing to the walls that in her kind spring up naturally as a function of time and distance? will she be absent, resenting the void I created in her her unwillingness to betray her dependence of me? or will she be joyful, that once more we may snuggle and drink together and laugh about silly things living in our warm, carefully curated bubble? whatever she may be, whichever shape she may choose for this imminent re-encounter of our mouths I shall embrace her with all the warmth in my heart for it matters not the manner of her manifestation I have seen her thousand masks the one with the pouting mouth the one with the arching brow of inquiry the one of complete surrender the one with smiles declaring such bliss as to make her overflow in tears all these, they all belong to me [6-II-2021]
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