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I loved her. I did. How could I not know it?
But she didn’t want children, and she wasn’t a poet.
I loved what did not create.
But the world is limited. I couldn’t wait.
I should have loved you.
I loved what I did not create.
Love is finding something in someone else—isn’t that great?
Sexual love is a piece larger than the rest.
Kissing the one you love—that piece is definitely the best.
Where I live, sometimes I chance to find
Charismatic presence. On the internet I find the mind,
A beautiful poet beneath a distant sun
In a land made of English poetry—but a different one.
Mind and body are scattered. It takes time
For the world to harmonize, drink clear water, and rhyme.
The world is shrinking. The human race is coming up.
Soon we will drink from the same burning cup.
We’ll love, and create
The whole world. But her? That’s not her fate.
