Even though my crippled body can
overcome neither staircase nor threshold.
I march for various liberations
on a daily basis. I play the part of pivot,
knowing I am only one of many spindles
in such struggles.

You challenge my perceptions
of physically perfect people
you don’t claim, but nonetheless belong
to or at least with , in my opinion.

I tell no one, even you,
of the whirligig my world
performs whenever you smile.

Anteros is a cruel master!
Sometimes I think life would
be more bearable if you didn’t
return my affection.
I quickly reverse wish
lest the ancient god opt to grant,
leaving my soul splintered
into too many pieces to reconstruct.