A Primates Guide to Life, Love, Sex, and Death

Thursday, July 2, 2015

The Tendril

feels
emptiness,
extends
a green filament
to parts unknown,
does not discriminate
whether alive
or inanimate,
imparts a touch
without expectation
or thought.
Could this this really
be love
or just
Manifest Destiny?

Posted by Monkkey at 10:16 AM
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