(A Poem About Asexuality)

My love is not a puzzle
with pieces missing,

it does not hold extra
dimensions of depth,
sex is not another layer
that gives something a shape–

geometry was never
my strongest subject,
but, a structure does not
collapse over something that was

never there
to begin with.

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