Extrasensorial
The way you make me feel,
how you catch a deep breath,
and make every fucking moment ideal;
as though existence has a put up a sign
which says it is closed for holidays.
The extrasensorial experience
of touching your artificial heart
might now stand for as
what I've always wanted in a man,
what still keeps me up to
so enchanted, so curious.
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