Love Whole, Even As A Fragment? Poem by Roula Pollard

A poem re-arranges itself every minute
the words sound different each hour
they do change meaning, senses
or become senseless, voiceless,
absurd like a smaller world
breathing air polluted
nobody cares catch
touch, air, see
like love
feel
so my love, rhythmically like love inhale
was it time shortness you are suffering from?

Did I love you shortly like a dropped second
or an absent river, lacking touch intensity, or?
Or if, did my touch of passion intensify, when
when at the short love time, I loved you
when love is/was short lived, in unsuitable terms
was my love's intensity a common place
was it not? How much passion even in love's
fragment/s, we lived love wholly
as a scented breeze, I still touch you
I, if I-you still love us
it is not to own
so I let you free, like
the wind to fly
to the river
ocean, or
to me

© Roula Pollard
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Google image: Sappho's poetry on papyrus fragment