Please see me. Without preconception. Do away with those images of me. They are not real - merely a thought captured by a moment in time.
With these ideas of each other between us, we do not see ourselves or the other as we really are. How can we connect with so much space inflated by our illusions?
I am not the praise I give to you. You are not my critical glance. I am not the rolling of your eyes nor a hitching breath beneath the sheets. There are no meaningful symbols here.
Surrender all you know about me, now. Do away with abstraction. There is only conflict in this landscape of false images. Let’s strip ourselves of all this...