You perplex me. 
I always feel your presence
in the niches and fissures
of my already contorted sanity.
You smile at me 
and I have to stop and wonder
if that meant anything at all.
The slightest touch disgusts me,
but makes me speculate all the same.
I can't help myself.

Be that as it may, I do hope
that I perplex you
in just about the same degree
that you bewilder me.
Then I can smile back at you
and not care.


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