POEME: Whoami, Again

Whoami, Again

Who am I?

I ask this question.
I answer it.
Sometime in the same way.
Sometimes, differently.

The answers come and go.
Some of them, sometimes, stay.
The question, always.

So, I ask it again,
and answer it again,
today: Who am I?

I am love.

I exist for love.
I live for love.
I serve for love.

I think for love. I talk for love.
I listen for love.  I speak for love.
I work for love.  I relate for love.

I learn for love.  I teach for love.  I create for love.
I earn for love.  I spend for love.  I invest for love.
I yearn for love.  I pine for love.  I lust for love.

I touch for love.
I hug for love.
I fuck for love.

So, don't ask me
why I am so different from others.
Why I want to fuck you
so much more than others do.
And why, I so much
make you want to
and equally,
make it impossible for you to
leave me.

It is,
because all I am
is about love.

It is almost so,
for others also -
they are also about love.
But they are only
also about love.
I am
only about love.

-

EPILOGUE:

I am
love
only.

I only
am 
love.

Only 
I am love.


--

(c) owais Creative Commons Attribution license