What profanity
deludes your senses
into thinking that
I care?

You are no existential,
mind warp,
your head curls 'round
all of us and puts us
together (Jigsaw style).

But how did we relate
when nothing made sense?
We were never lovers,
I never held
your crinkled, bright hand.

But you thought asterisks
would fix everything,
and I believed
I was living between
parentheses.

We need your pleasure
and my joy
to create harmony.

So how did they get into
your nightmare
and my blissful place?