The erotic is life.

What happens when the erotic is loved?

The desire for meaning is
word vomit in the sink
& arrows in the dust
& places to be lost, found
& tended to.

Where do you need to be tended to?

What needs tending to?
invites another question:
what has been neglected?

Where are you unseen, unheard, unknown & unloved?

What are you pretending not to know?
What are you pretending not to want?