There is that in love
which, by the syntax of,
men find women and join
their bodies to their minds
--which wants so to acquire
a continuity, a place,
a demonstration that it must
be one's own sentence.
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An analogy between love between men and women, and syntax, with a play on the word 'sentence'. It works.