Love letter # 533

When I look at you I become aware of the distance between hunger and feeding – which can be an ocean sometimes – and an ocean can be said to be made of tears – which is why we have sea walls.

…But only when I notice.

Which is why I am looking past you – to another kind of distance – the cleansing desert – eraser of traces – liberator of seekers – shrine of forgetting.

For the emptiness does not contain you…nor my desire.





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