there is an earthy sensuality in your soul,
but you do not understand it.
nay, you know it so well that you will wander recklessly forever.
i want to believe that you are in fact a bad man,
that your mind is starved of emotional integrity
and that in your heart lies nothing more than a pile of discarded photographs.
but i find instead the regrets of old souls and raging ocean currents
hidden under heavy blankets.
i am sorry for you who is entangled in the web of my Great Love,
which is boundless for it knows not how to become old.
you,
you have pressed me against this wall that i am bound to cherish
for your scent will not escape me.
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