when I say babe your eyes
impersonate the very beauty,
I don’t mean your two or more legs
are not just as bewildering
when I shout out come over here o boy,
I call that brat approaching on a hobbyhorse,
not his brother who skipped class the day before
and stayed home today grounded for his joy
when I mention I feel the utmost pleasure
every occasion I hear you singing,
I hereby don’t waive other merriments
that may drive me equally content
so it goes: every time we say anything,
we have to keep quiet at the same time
the sum of all the other beings
a single word summons in
and, at the end of the day,
who knows how many silences
we put to say
just what we mean?
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