I Yoused To Think Of You Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

I used to think of you, until i realised nothing physical had changed

an idle fantasy full of idyll palaces and feather cushions

in my head

i fondled to form came up out of the form

you society and cohesion as a whole

but this deliberate seeking, obsession

Enters like a bull in a china shop, its pinheads way from now one

much bullabaise later

aphrodite takes me by the hand as we emerge from the foam

And takes me to the palace of the nimphs in order to redeem myself