rhye graces a contented silence
forming barriers between us
and a perverse jungle
where the monkeys screech
at unethical specimens
that call themselves men
we live in their shadows
I want to kiss there
between two concrete lions
standing on full stately guard
but sadly
I can't hear without his ears
I can't see without his eyes
I can't taste without his mouth
I can't touch without his body
in this jungle, I am lost
perpetually waiting
for his signal
for his guidance
for his love
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