One


Do you have one love?

Only one person who you think and dream

And hold close to your body

Feeling the warmth of them leak slowly into you?


Do you have only one body?

That aches and vibrates and morphs

And rejoices at the hand that brushes yours?


Are you one person and they one?

Or are you a host of lives,

An infinite universe of possible fictions?


Because that's what matters isn't it?

Not you, not us, not our bodies,

But the stories that we tell,

The multitude of lives we invent. 


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