It's been a long time since I last posted any poetry. Time for a new one. If you 'get' this one, you will understand it immediately. If not, I'm afraid it's a phenomenon I couldn't ever make you understand...
PHANTOM LIMB
your sex is piracy
we are ships passing
you slide inside
but you don't know what I feel
you don't see what I am
you can't feel this phantom limb
itching and untouchable
love lies when left unseen
can you feel me?
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