Attraction

For me there is a broad space between
Me and the other
I am truly isolated
I have lost the magic of the synthesis
Actually I no longer have the need for procreation
I think there remains the desire for love
Although I don't know

When I remember the joy of the merge
There is only nostalgia
I can go through the process
Yet there is little more than ejaculation
And I remain empty of love
Sex without love
Hell on earth

I feel the beauty
In the butterfly wings dissipating
I remain attracted by the colors in her wings
But I know the dissolution
And I am more interested in floating away
Rather than being in the thrall
Of the other