IIILet me taste your froth & accept your bodyas your currents mingle with mine . . . Next to you, there's no fear ah crashing. From your immensity comes a confidence nothing undermines . . .
Isn’t love like swimming
Crashing against sands of logic |
Andrei: | (scratching his forehead) Who is being addressed in this poem? Who's the author writing for? | |
Soo: | I'm not sure. The author seems to defy logic, but I rike that: he's nut afraid ahh seeming strange. | |
Philyra: | Perhaps poetry has its own logic. Indeed, what we call 'ordinary logic' is actually an intellectual straight-jacket. |