Asks my inquisitiveness sometimes
of a strange feeling
that is strong,
that is deep,
that is painful,
that is soothing,
that brings the sickness and the cure,
that is pure.
Asks my inquisitiveness sometimes
of this strange bond
that is this connection
which enables me to breath
which enables me to live
and to live to yearn
for more of days to spend together
till the grey streaks appear and tell the age
till the life departs.
Asks my inquisitiveness sometimes
of the mystery of touch
this touch that gives life
that evolves tempest
tempest of sex
tempest of lust
that gives the security
security from the evil of the world.
Ask my inquisitiveness sometimes
of this speech
that showers as if flowers
and the fragrance from its words
the words that make me a feather
floating and observing
and absorbing the truth
the truth of kindness
the truth of loyalty.
Ask my inquisitiveness sometimes
Of these eyes
Those give me beauty
And assures me of it
Those follow me
Those appreciate my presence
And elevate my rank
Then asks my inquisitiveness all the time
Is this what is called ‘love’?
And yes, it is answered.
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