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What! - with my peanut fatty salted fingers I destroy a book of love intimacy relationship...

with my peanut fatty salted fingers I destroy a book of love

intimacy relationship love

the realm of fantasy

brought up in faiths proclaiming

the transformative power of love

so many with no clue how to


the easiness we experience loves loss

and explain its absence

we can’t talk of its presence

we want to know more about love

we want to seduce those who are loveless

the strength of our desire not diminishing our uncertainty


bombarded by its failure

surrounded by its importance

love does not change our uncertainty

love does not inform decisions

strengthen understandings or community

disappointed that love makes not much sense


our longing not altered

we still love the promise



This poem was published in Golden Hour - Hora Dorada

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