tell me what love is
silent
wordless
by the warmth of your breath
by the roughness of your fingertips
on the skin of my neck
halfnaked
tell me what love is
by not looking at me
by missed dates, unanswered calls,
by a nearly unnoticeable sweet
scent of parfume
that i hate
tell me why
while i am white red and black
sharp and bitter
and a tiny girl sitting in a huge old chair
cross-legged
reading...
you've got
nothing in common...
but when together,
we are a bitter-sweet cocktail
of strange ingredients
and there is no need for you
to tell me what love is
i know
contrasts
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