I am in love with three men.

Three men I will never know.

Soul-filling. Body filling.

They are my life’s soundtrack.

One makes music.

One makes words.

One does both.

I am breathless with the thought of them.

I am adrift in the impossibility of affection

that can go no other way but one.

This is the futility of chasing wind,

my most personal madness,

the thing that makes me whole

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