with each poem i see i wonder we butcher poetry for love or desecrate love with poetry futile to explain love through words sad effort to give lust status of love to read a book or to burn it? which warmth are we looking for?
some times i get tired of seeing poems here that are all about love... about 90% of poems in this website at least... and most of them are related to lust more than to love... i never dare write about love and i never dare to bring my lust to the fine world of poetics when i my self don't deserve a place in it...