Written sometime in the 20th century

you see there is no need for titles

because the poem is a name in and of itself
extending from the thought to the paper
spreading out and merging with the shimmering air

and there is no need for words
they are only labels
which we all have been forced to memorise
an inheritance forced upon us

but there is a space beyond these lines
there are feelings which have never been coded

and i possess a love unspoken and never seen

it has never been written
but upon your eyes

never been spoken
but i hear it in our caresses
it calls me as your hands move across my body

the distance of our love is the time between two kisses
the area is the curve of your legs
the volume grows in proportion to the closeness of our bodies