DARK DESIRES

                            

But love, that word,

in a city where love goes by the name 

of every street, every house, 

every apartment, of every room, of every bed. 

Of all the dreams, 

of everything forgotten, 

of every memory. 

My love, 

I don't love you because of you, 

or me, or both of us. 

I don't love you because the blood 

calls me to love you. 

I love you because you're not mine. 

Because you're on the other side.

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