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You are beneath blue eyes
and windows that open out into the night
unidentified lights aloft and flowing
through the dark parts of your mind I’m knowing
I want to know – do you go
to bed with random lovers like me, often,
or is this yet another sighting of a comet
bound for Venus that we’ll never see again?
You are my Lincoln and I am your Rose.
Across the city we lie tangled like lovers
and our cars or hearts are thrusting through
intersections, rusting, a blood-ly and lovely cast,
cast out into this place that is the view and mountains Rising.
Dark-hearted and minds, guarded, by twin angels
brandishing swords aloft and, shining, this eden that I bleed in
is all around: was that Sunset, forever ago? are we dreaming?
Before I knew you as you, I had hospital rooms
and the walls of what I thought my tomb, this society electric.
My nails were long and collected the skin from my head
and my sins, they were all stacked the same way
like boxes full of furs and coats, or ghosts.
I chose oil and I chose tar, rarely went to bars,
flew through the stations of the cross, the star — even the moon, too soon
before I found the aperture of entry to an Other that was
and will forever be, You.