Perspectives on love

When I look into your eyes
what do they evoke?
— the Great Fire of London,
through the smoke.

When I gaze upon your booozums,
what do they suggest?
— the Appalachian mountains,
looking west.

When I look upon your whatsit,
what image springs to mind?
— the entrance to La Bastille,
from behind.


 

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