We Do Not Speak of Love
We do not speak of love.
Philosophies entwine, bridge and bind
The careful space between us.
We do not speak of love.
A fingertip might sometimes touch;
If it lingers, who can count the time?
We do not speak. Our eyes
Ignite the atmosphere!
We seize, we hold, we lie together
Kind to kind, fear to fear;
We rise, pull some words around us
Of physio-chemical attraction,
Neuroses interacting
We do not speak of love.
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