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Oh, black-haired Theseus
blazing through the bar (all pomp
and circumstance)

all Heineken and new cologne
and half-quirked lips
between confident sips at the glass,

there’s a history in
every sweet baby blue
looking at you. Doesn’t matter—

blood is simple
and swords come cheap
and easy to carry.

She’ll tie a string
around your finger,
never see you on your knees—

swagger to save
the swooning fearful, hanging
by a thread

but there’s a labyrinth in her head.