Non-Erotic Poetryfree hugsdon't mind terribly,
please,
that I love you.
don't mind terribly,
please,
that I’m still
not sure
what love is.
in this huge
universe
of ours, matter's
volume is mostly
filled by
spaces
between the atoms,
the sub-atomic
particles.
all this, my love,
is an illusion.
we are dreaming.
those spaces, baby:
you fill them up.
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