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Crepuscular Contrasts
Berries contrast with snow drifts and so strike
The subtle tissue of red memories;
My pain builds up with art; while your delight
Is bound to my slow heartbeat; let me please
With breath and skin and voice and, yes, with mind,
That conjures with these contrasts, as thoughts stray
Back to the snow that drifts until I'm blind
To memories of how we used to play.
You say you cannot wait to dream and sleep;
I say who needs to sleep, let reveries
Be fashioned in the darkness as we keep
Our fucking faith with wanton memories,
That, in themselves, like love and lust, will last;
And, like your latest strike, sow new contrasts...
The subtle tissue of red memories;
My pain builds up with art; while your delight
Is bound to my slow heartbeat; let me please
With breath and skin and voice and, yes, with mind,
That conjures with these contrasts, as thoughts stray
Back to the snow that drifts until I'm blind
To memories of how we used to play.
You say you cannot wait to dream and sleep;
I say who needs to sleep, let reveries
Be fashioned in the darkness as we keep
Our fucking faith with wanton memories,
That, in themselves, like love and lust, will last;
And, like your latest strike, sow new contrasts...
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