Soup

It’s not that I love him.

All it is

is that he tells me about himself, his life here

and he watches me

and smiles.

It didn’t take love,

but that he kisses me

and I can feel his passion.

Luke-warm always spits itself out,

and although I may not let his affection

escape down my throat,

at least it is warm and cozy in my mouth

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