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.