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love me not like the poet
worshipping words and self-monuments
pimping me in new art streets
reading my reveries
writing my roving self
that never could sleep around.

love me not like the rhetorician
measuring my mystery
stalking my defeat
never could i belong to a side.

love me not like the man
drunk in self-love
his need on display
for eyes that stream him
for his surname seared-wombs.


love me with a love
that baffles the lexicon
that i may like a machine
learn this alien human thing
and be with you, a patron
of this novel paradigm.



@artemis


Comments

  1. Blue Rose23 November 2020 at 09:27

    Heyy Bohemian,

    I love you with love that ends your all dreams Bohemian, are you ready !?

    ReplyDelete

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