The word never, so powerful, so absolute, almost as great as a woman’s womb, to be denied, outside and apart, from all you desire, for the object, the fruit, maybe you''d give it all up, to linger close, and breathe in your scent, just a touch, a kiss of the lips, it’s enough, eternities and journeys, where I was born, is where I''ll end up, swimming like a fish in the abyss, life, love, and the universe, it all amounts to this, we are legion, as I watch my neighbor, that fruit, I''d be satisfied just to know you ate it…This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.