I see my love by the speed of light
hear her breathe at the speed of sound,
fragrant taste and touch of being
travel different routes
yet all well up, as I change subject for object,
once reflected, reflecting
new condition of negotiations
social by nature, natural for society
the moment of reflection
becomes the subject
of reflection,
my own my very own
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