Such a rarity, as might be bought by love,
where starlight now is truly history, thereof.
And entanglement, nature’s design for lovers,
who never should divide, as all above us,
is the very heart that binds the universal border
to the infinitesimal order.
Listen to the rise, that is the flow of life in
you, but only realized when senses begin
to diminish. For then comes the wonder
of the space between two parts. To separate, to ponder.
What is beyond the now and material?
Which of these, the thought, the touch, is the real?
Of the love essence and the this,
how to decide? Caress the lips of her, or to take a piss
©2009 Hey Hey
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