I know how to make yogurt
and kefir and sauerkraut and
pickles, but I have forgotten
how to make love, maybe
you could show me again

I do not want
a single wish granted,
  because if it is
   I will not have
    this exquisite longing
     in my heart
      for you.
It supplies me with
foolish and wonderful dreams,
  life-giving and death-defying hope,
   hearty laughter
    and childlike vision,
      the plotting of courses
       to distant, unreachable
        shores.
I do not want you
to say yes to me,
  and replace these things
   with the difficult drama
    of mundane reality,
     familiarity,
      with all her
       boisterous children.
No pessimist, I, no fatalist,
no hopeless, gutless,
  whining quitter, I bound
   up the stairway of hope
    three steps at a time
     the longing in my heart
      for your love
       invigorating
        my soul.
Remain aloof, and inaccessible,
and let me dream
   my impossible dreams.

imagine that loneliness
has an executive secretary
who works his/her work schedule,
and loneliness forgets
to give her/him
the proper recognition, and
when he/she forgets everything,
loneliness turns up the isolation

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I've only just discovered
that I have latent inert
potential merely by
not acting on my
initial instincts, and
using my mind, but
discovering my fingers
and allowing them their
full potential. . .hence
a;lskjf;alskdjf;allsdkjf'ksljf,
ain't it beautiful??

with them I used to see,
now mere images come
to me, in abstract sometimes,
more substantial when I
am staring you right in the face
here I can only suppose

it don't matter whether I click on you or not, I promise to never, ever be your bot, and promise you words with sincere application, and never surrender to mere duplication, except when I'm winging my supplication I'll try to hold true