I know you not, love
For you come to me disguised

I get you not, love
For you speak to me in forked tongues

I hear you not, love
For you whisper to me screaming

I see you not, love
For you obscure my vision

I taste you not, love
For your sapor is but acrid

I smell you not, love
For your scent is cheap perfume

I feel you not, love
For your touch is numbing absence

I fear you not, love
For I have a valiant, purple heart.

~Marcela: undone
March 15, 2016

Image credit: Vinoth Chandar

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