I stood among the trees;
Of cement and bricks
As the last of winter warmth;
Flaunting its fading vermilion
On my lips of lust.
Mine, no more.

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Farewell, lady
The prince of dusk; riding his horses of time
Rode out to my ire;
Only his lady you shall be-
Pull up the gown
Sprint to pillows of his chest;
Mere spectator, me-
smiling at the journey;
In the truest of ways.

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Daylight shall paint you blue;
Among sunflowers of the horizon
Someday-
You shall be mine again;
Clouds white, smothered-
Over my scaffolding; soil cold
The fire in you;
my nectar of rejuvination.