for 'tasha
The vicious vixenish veneer I was originally
attracted to, to my surprise does not fade
even as the lazy days spiral the crazy shades only intensify
I touch what's touchless and find its grime and sheen to be real
even behind closed doors her inner lime light shines (outwardly)
I can tell this because even in the darkness laying on mattress
I find myself a certain clarity and am almost childishly frantic
for the glint in her half opened almond shaped eyes (wholly)
I pass twin mountain peaks and cumulus clouds
that open onto blazing cool landscapes
my stolen breath circulated
this could be infinity
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