Blueberries

I  love.
You.

I cannot explain.
42 is as good  an explanation
As any

I feel.
I feel you,
It makes perfect sense
Without any understanding
Beyond what I feel,
When I feel
You.

It makes me happy,
Between two tears,
Un-cried,
And two screams,
 Muffled
By the breeze of your hair.

You,
Are in me.

And I want,
I want
You
In the light,
So you can see
Me
While I crush a blueberry
On your lips,
And you  can ask
"Why?"
And I  can reply
"Because I long for
The scent of your lips
On my blueberries"

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Pablo Cecil, sometime this  century.