Post-Romantic
       

Name your baby after the sexless
night in the Jacuzzi

because there are at least
five ways to arrive

at nothing. Five different ways
to interpret a butterfly

stoned by the river.
A night of passion stoned

by an overcast soul. Even
if you're committed

to bringing your own
foreplay, you may find

that the catalogue
of your mistakes

is greater than
the charm of your ass.

But, love?
That's another story.

Told by fools
and prophets.

Carved into wind.

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