You

by Christos Polydorou

Make me feel. I am an
inanimate
object waiting
to be blasted
with the
energy

of you. You are bigger
than truth,
death, sex. You are care,
and
your care for me
makes me care for you. And

within this care we are
both
feeling. Make me
feel, I am
so bored,
and I grow
old
each moment
I am away from you.

You are the fountain of youth.

You are the pen when I write my most startling poetry.

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