blacker thoughts -
poison of doubt, of feigned measures
confused allegiances
(me or her?)
Fixations on tie-dye,
deep within shadowed sidewalks.
A girl of fevered pitch,
I of leadened, caution-guarded mouth.
Yet we strode,
pale bodies glowing once again
I listening, and you
you delivering
before I imparting
more honesty than I'd dare with most
-provided those truths
concerned another than I -
before watching you again vanish
via knees-to-chin,
predawn acrobatics
strung out on key lime pie.
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