WATCHING
I have only to figure your hellish bent to be
beyond myself and calling : names for things
and things for names, and the unheavy lisp of
trading hearts and minds. The thin tremble of
an evening sky, seen so wide and over the river,
screams of a new yellow light. I have not seen
these things before : your all-esteemed vagrancy
and wild use of words, the leer of love as it peels
from your lips, and those stiletto heels with which I
see you plodding through time. I dream I am dreaming,
and you are standing across from me, skipping lightly
by the pool's blue water - pure pleasure on your
face.
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