With my touch— and you live.
I whiff you smell, you don't smell.
Your existence begins with my quotes.
Sum of my senses, graded from thoughts.
Reads like a riddle, morphed to you, a poem.
Every idea
Every sight
Every taste
Every smell
Every touch
Every sound
Sequencing this triangular elemental warfare.
Internal zappings are weaving this poetry,
Born of riddles which riddle my being.
With transparent warmth, I trade.
Your emptiness, leaves me life.
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compact wren
ripe obsidian
With my touch— and you live.
I whiff you smell, you don't smell.
Your existence ...
Idk what this means and how I'm supposed to interpret this.
ripe obsidian
It's peak word choice I just don't know why you chose those words it's emotions I can't describe.
thorny coyote
With my touch— and you live.
I whiff you smell, you don't smell.
Your existence ...
I really like the idea that ur touch gives life to the love interest, and that the love interest's very existence is a poem. The concept of exchanging emptiness and life is also really interesting! and the idea that ur senses are the only way that the love interest exists, wow. i think overall, the poem has a lot of interesting metaphors and the language is really vivid and powerful