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she's a shadow
wide as the gap from star to star:
the one you profess to be –
the one you really are.
* * *
she’s a goddess. she makes love like she owns the patent.
her whip spits at me, & ribbons the skin on my back.
then she licks her lips, & hands me the whip…
she’s pious when she’s not blaspheming. disregard the
harlot street clothes, & you’ll swear she’s God’s daughter.
she’s a temptress who will take you for one night, & you’ve
jimmied open the back door of heaven. in the morning, the
cold rain rouses you as you wake up in the gutter. the line
between love & hate is thin, but the crack was wide enough
to swallow me.
she’s a shadow who drifts away when you thought you had her
pinned under you, & you are suddenly lonely like it was a brand
new thing. so you stalk the wicked streets, & you’re back on the
corner with the pimps & hookers, you’re cold & bumming quarters
for dope or Thunderbird. I was born on that corner.
she’s a shadow & she’s made of nothing. she’s no damn good for
anyone & I hate her because I know I’m exactly the same…
she’s a shadow who murders the night.
she’s a pillar of fire in the light.
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