it is the usual guilt
numbing my
senses, that bulb switched off
as i hold your arms and
as your body grinds above me
i see someone else
and feel what love is there left
for me
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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