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we are reflective and satellite we are beauties redoubled I am you in watery flesh you are my soul upon the grass we are kissing, I become ripples then resurface to kiss you again touched, I break again (then solid as you) you fall into me to hover above the drowned the ripples don't matter to us we are consumnate.
We sit-she in the sun-I blinkblink sun-blinded as she soaks it all in and redirects-radiates it; I found catharsis in her glowing skin that day. And I want to belong to you without being a scented candle, lit-unlit-lit-snuffed out; residues scraped away-me thrown away once your heat's melted me and my perfume's staled. And she likes the taste of a match lighting her cigarette. I watch the hybrid androgyne pirouette-even on off nights(he's slicker than he knows). Somewhere way back I confused my id with my superego. I've got glitter under my fingernail and you're gliding through the travel guide section, and I think I might sincerely love you already- after all, I've read half of your mysteries. Never forget how to sleep, children, you might have to live this life. I'm picking glitter from beneath my fingernail; I'm picking glitter from my brain, and you're dancing in a mutilated neck-tie... And I can't remember exactly where in our conversation you made me your friend and I wanted you as my lover. I am palimpsest, I am the Imp of the Perverse, I am Osiris, I am Buddha of a Cracked Metropolis, and Madonna of the Bittersweet; though I dole out my mysteries to follies and my aura burns blue I am not whole. And 'Accidently Kelly Street', and she's happy, I might have even strummed my fingers a bit- it was infectious, then we smoked and tried to figure out if the bird that targeted us was sick and I blurred the gender lines for you. (Like) Lady Macbeth I try to wash off the glitter spots that embody my guilt and grief.
