if . . .

this is not
love then
i am only
fucking an object.

i am only
emotionally responsive to
your skin; your flesh.

not your essence.

do you elect to be
a lifeless tree whose
moisture-less leaves
mean
nothing to me?

i object to such objectification.
objecti-fuckation.

take from me what
nutrition you need.

i will not resist because
i love.

take me through your
hardships of any sort.

i will not resist because
i love. and

give me nothing in return.

but love.

it is the universal wealth.

it is the language
i speak.
it is the feeling
i feel.

along with foolishness.