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before the stars knew our names,
never anticipating the cosmic flames
where all love is as cliché as pale patience
haunted eyes still seeking silent endeavors
disheveled behind mystic stimulation

“You will come!” the broken night berates

aloneness, you felt its barbs on your lovely knees
mutilations began to bleed
orbits of each potent trance
the eyes of an owl spying near-by’
winter is turning to spring begin another dance
where each leafless tree
is like a jaundice eye
succumbing in fading daylight
touching an embarrassed sky
faceless fantasy in the cusps of motions
memory of a lover she did not know
Oh! the navel-gazing,
Oh! the surge
Oh! the dominance unspoken
drowned out by breathless whisper
that seep into the marrow of her bones
communal colors pervade
until nothing is heard but deep blue moans