Love, a poem written by Paula Puolakka at
Kitagawa Utamaro



written by: Paula Puolakka


Love: I do not comprehend.
People are walking into the rooms
without any intention of
making the meetings amicable.

Love: I do not want to pretend.
I’m sick and tired of the charades
since our souls are already hidden inside
the costumes made out of skin, flesh, and bone.

Love: I do not give a damn
if you’re 48, 59, 67, 78, or 85
as long as you are here for me,
and with me, all you feel is tranquility.

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