| | she comes to me without a reason
each minute in her presence
i find many more than
she could know
or i could say
for time does not exist
but neither do the limits
to my reasons
(and by reasons i mean to say
those fancy labels and titles that
people give to.. people give to people. ..
in a kind of
unstop flow; those distractions that
jumble the beauty of our common language)
but these reasons i have
are so gentle and unprovoking,
so simply endless to deny them
is to deny my nature
and my nature
is to love in all
capacity that
and to chase thought after hurried
thought, eluding mental grasp
slipping between fingers,legs
as grease
when arms are where legs
slip i wish to, do not grip no more
slide and slide forever*
in every moment a new reason, a new nature
a new longing for that which comes
when she
comes to .. me
com...es to me .. .
comes t e.
o me with a smil
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