anatomically i am no more than a set of things, same as anyone
else, nothing significant.
i have eyes, yet how it is they gleam as they look at you.
i have skin - and how it misses the sensitivity of your skin. i have
the enormous cavity of the chest where it is that it is filled,
and over-filled, and over-filled, and filled yet some more.
and always, returning to me, the love disproving the lie.
simple. more. abundant.
this should not be possible.