love. or. vaginal. emotion.

so love - i started to believe for a second there
that it's some sort of miracle to touch your soul
but maybe it's just a word invented by poets
when their depression lifts as they grow wise and old.

no extraordinary transworldly emotions,
no goal that we have to attain,
if we try a little less to love so much
maybe we'll a lot less hate.

so to abandon the search for some worldly love,
for this human love of marriage, mortgage,
                      sunday morning telegraph
will free my body, mind and soul for adventure
to find passion, experience, laugh, pain
    and entirely inconsequential physical pleasure
    saving souls' energy for me and my search
    for this parallel level of existence
    devoid of love, devoid of hate.

for there is no love-hate spectrum,
what pointless, vacuous extremes,
my parameters are undefined, unknown,
only know what i believe what i see.

love is just a word,
nothing to realise or miss,
nothing i've seen or smelt or tasted or felt
or heard has shown me it exists.