Being

Being.
Away from desires. Existing.
Like leaves. The dustiness of them, the greenness of them.
The sound they make when they scratch on eachother's skin.
Being sexless.
Dreams of existing as a human being but sexless,
Gone with the wind going north and south.
In childhood.
Away from desires. Existing.
But then again,
When the realization of desire blooms,
I ask.
Whether communication exists beyond self interest.
Whether knowledge, a little deeper than surface, of another
Exists.
No answer is satisfactory,
Like no question is logic-driven.