Jones and Intercourse 

​All my life,

I looked outside,

For you my beloved, 

I tried to find,

You in my experience,

But went off course,

In anger I blamed,

Everyone else for heist,

Of my inner peace,

Now I discover,

That you were always there,

I did not look where,

In my sense and core,

In my love and hate,

In my hope and despair,

Now where will you hide,

The love of my life,

Now where will you run,

The one who is hidden,

The source of all Jones, 

The enjoyer of all Intercourse.

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