three things
three balls of fire burning and burning
before me
1. sex
2. love
3. power
i cannot grab all
i may burst and burn and burn and burn
i had sex this morning.
and it is not trite.
now i can have power,
and then who knows i may graduate from the bickering of the
parts of my being
who knows i can have you finally in the form
of love,
not, a thing, not a thing, not a thing.
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