THIS LOVE HAS NO NAME, BUT IT:
MURMURS, LIKE SOME KIND OF GAY
CAT.
SOUNDS A LITTLE LIKE CLIPPERS.
SHEARS ABOVE AND AROUND MY EARS.
THIS LOVE HAS NO CARNAL FRAME, BUT IT:
VISITED ME IN A DREAM ONCE!
PRETENDED TO BE MY MOTHER!
STOOD UNSHAKEABLY IN A HOODED SWEATSHIRT BEFORE ME, AND WINKED.
PROMISED ME ANSWERS AFTER THE CONSUMMATION WAS DONE,
(AND THE CONSUMMATION WAS DONE, AND DONE AGAIN),
LAUGHED AT ME FOR FORGETTING THE QUESTION.
I CANNOT SPELL THIS LOVE, BUT THIS IS ME TRYING:
(1) X-O-X-O @STEPH <3 <3, HRU? X
(2) SEARCH?SEARCH=GIRL+ON+GIRL,
(3) #FF0000, #FF9200, #FCFF51, #00FF29, #0052FF, #7800FF, #5E009A.
THIS LOVE IS A SENTENCE, IN THAT IT IS:
SOMETHING FIXED,
BUT ISN’T:
A SET OF WORDS THAT IS COMPLETE IN ITSELF.
THIS LOVE HAS LIVED, HAS FUCKED, HAS WEEPED BEFORE,
AND WILL AGAIN.
