by John F. Kendall

Created on: March 24, 2009

Human Love

Human Love must be embraced

With the molasses dampness

Of our primeval past.

Virtual love is cleaner,

More sterile, it lies in the trauma room,

The operating theatre, the abstraction of thought.

It is favored in high society halls,

Where occupants hold high unfillable,

Infallible, champagne glasses in paintings.

To those of us who remember, though,

We are ooze and to ooze return.

We crave to flow together.

Reality is in viscosity.

Come, open yourself. Intermingle

Your bodily fluids with mine.

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