Passport Love Poem by Zyw Zywa

You have boundaries too, haven't you?
I do hear you, but I won't let you
in with your feelings, because
there is no room for them

You'll first have to win
enough love with me
as a passport, and even then
you may not get any further

than a waiting room
where you are spun in
by the sticky silk
of my own feelings

As a child, I have learned
that it certainly does not help
to start nagging or tickling
and that you'd better think

that I love you anyway