Asexual Comfort

Go tell a tree

It’s beautiful and watch it

Lean a little more

Towards the road.

Go pet a stray dog and kiss her

And watch her wait for you

Everyday from today.

Go tell someone

That they are beautiful and watch them

Forget the wretchedness

Of this world for a minute.

There is an asexual comfort

In acknowledging beauty in a language

Without wanting to fuck it.