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I am as rough as Oak tree bark
jagged and course
a face of love beaten black-and-blue
while expertise lied on a whim
as my tough exterior was way out on a limb

a broad axe tongue carves quick like one last kiss
with but a pitiful smile in an instant she draws my blood
clouded shadow in the autumn air see the red running like sap
aura around in fading light, timber, I've fallen with a calamitous thud

wonder why
you woke up
craving
streetlamp afterglow
in the nighttime on a busy city street

between blackness and dreams
your sultry voice enters my ears

yanked and extended
you vibrate a mirage
sexy distress all tied up

it’s a good way to learn techniques
to emphasize the wrong thing
those words slipped from your lips
the words they curled around me as you spoke
like vines choking out the life of an oak

teeth chattering tension...

you continued with relentless annihilation

you meant those words as some kind of truth
but you wouldn’t know truth if it groped you on the subway