on conjoined meanings

December 6, 2018 at 12:15 am Leave a comment


on conjoined meanings

you react in disbelief
when i tell you
i discovered yet again
and this time in a dream

that i can’t do without you.
“o,” you say “but you don’t
show it, you say
so little, you hardly ever
even touch me.”

i shrug. in truth
what love might be, i think

or i might love myself.
and meaning
is not love.

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