Without Rhyme or Reason

My love is like a poem
That does not rhyme with the world at all
But full of sounds and signs
Signifies  the world et al.

Aesthetically thin is its body:
It has no sensuous taste or touch,
Odour or Colour or music as such.
It is a bare structure of itself
Unspontaneous, intransitive, indeterminate;
Suspended  between self and self.

My poem is like my love
That does not reason with the world at all.