Collected secretions

 Collected secretions. He replied. Broken words. But yes. We love each other just because. Although it hurts and hurts. because if. My devotion to you hurts. To love, even. Hard cutting love. Of tender wood, sometimes. Of color, always. Love of himself, and of the other, of life. Sea foam background. Sea roots. After all the trips. They did not exhaust the force of the sea. Sailing winds. A trip of moments. At times we meet or leave. We do and we go. We anchor the deceptions. They sink into the dark mire of the abyss.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.