spiritual language poetry & writings

a mamaist story of U & I

 

 

I loves U, U loves I. It’s an old story.
Long before I set eyes on U, I knew
what U looked like, only I didn’t know
it would take a lifetime of stumbling
through the dark to find U. Now that I
has, I won’t let U go. For I needs U; I
wants U; I lives by U. Because of U, I
sees in the dark. Because of U, I feels
the insides of things. Because of U, I
is able to love everything I isn’t so as
to be what I is. Even if U doesn’t
understand what I is saying, it’s not
important. For the wonderful thing
is, U always knows what I means—
I doesn’t have to say one word.

 

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