A basis for true objectivity
Withstands not a shred of
Evidence to extort all intelligence
If I slept next to you in bed
Could I keep my hands off of you!?
Macrocosmes and microcosms
Cannot breathe without a
Universe to exchange their
Need to consist of pyre being
Past lives in a pavilion
Of our scientific hearts
There are many ones
We are building moment by moment upon
Just as there are ones of many
A multifaceted nature
Existing as a part within
One another
Freedom is theirs to decide
We don’t have to do or
Be anything
We don’t want to be
Or do anything
Unless what we don’t
Want to be is
What we end up becoming
In space and time
Unwinding the length between us
In the sheets I can feel
Your skin next to me
A scaled form of what
Humans have been known to do
Regardless of the parts
Mundane to be held back
Why should we exist otherwise
Adjusting to what it means
Superficially to others
Our bodies make up the same
Weight and volume in decisions
Measured next to the stratosphere
Our heaviness is the same
A lightness as well
Both densities can be
Measured separately and equally
By each hair on our
Individual bodies
What grandiose metrics
In an embodiment of passion
O what dreams to suck on your tongue
A consciousness that fulfills and
Defines our mutual gravities
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Poétique 