The Theory and Practice of Love

[I have over 20 poems I need to post... I just been dedicating myself so much to the creation of a design that I can't keep up with it! Be patient ;)]

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I've read so many books,

so many times

the oil of my fingertips

painted Van Gogh

on every header and foot note.

I've read them hysterically so

some words could faint,

so some could be stuck

in my teeth while laughing.

I've touched so many bodies and souls,

so many times

my hands cried

drops of loss and gain,

the same, it might never end.

I've touched them deeply so

some emotions could explode,

so some could build up

like skyscrapers on my tongue.

Have I ever...

Will I ever...

Haven't I already

found it?