condition, two 

there is another kind

(upon dreaming of you last night, i realised)

of love.

there’s the kind that’s conditional on me being

balls deep

inside whatever part of you we decide is right, on a secret rendezvous in that city we used to speak about, or new city that we haven’t spoken about,

yet. 

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