She cannot say we are alike,
My vermillion rivers scorche the pavement
Grind aginst the slabby sidewalk.
Her deep control,
soft hilights,
contour hue
Is it blue is it gold?
She folds and stretches away from this place
I wrench over the arch-cliff of earth
And I would like to be like her movements-
Like her destination and her mind
But I cannot seduce these galvanized thots of my own,
on my own.
Tie them down... and I am too.
Feb 4, 03
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