Breathe deeply, count silently
Do not let them hear you,
Those stars which pry
Endearments from the belly.
My heart rings like tinnitus
There is nothing for it,
Intimacy requires a depth
Seldom sought for lack of energy.
Anything can be a weapon
But love should never be used as such.
With enough practice
I might really become someone,
Though who or what I cannot say.
–
To think of all the graves
I have inadvertently walked over
Of all those subterranean tenets
Picking worms from their crevices.
Their salubrious fluids, their flesh,
Food for the enigmatic mother.
One day I too shall lie down
In flame and become as dust
Intangible once cast out
But until I die I will cherish
Life, however, impossible it becomes.
–
There need not be a reason
To love and perhaps it is
Better not to have one
For there exists too many
Expectations as is.
One must develop a fondness
For uncertainty if he is ever to know.
When you come I will run
Into your arms and in that warmth
A transformation is certain
To take place for it is a miracle
To find someone with whom
You can share yourself
However, prolific or insufficient
Those selves prove to be.
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