THE MARSHALL MASK
The marshall mask of the face
bears every telltale mark : eyes
and nose, I am seeing you - and
things like that talk sex to me.
There's no real way avoiding
what I see; it all comes back
in an instant. I am not a man
to avoid the deep dark of the
past; just look at the tracing,
and you will see. I relish the
shadows and depth. I linger,
perhaps but a moment too long,
just to look back at your fine
shadow, moving along now,
and passing from my sight.
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