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By Ali Date: 2007 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.20.09.52.9538]] |
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My brilliant eyes wreck you, with their sparkle-diamond disaster--this could be your reckoning, this could mean you're caught. I don't pretend to know everything, or even understand what you're offering me. Sometimes, I think this will be enough. Other times, I think differently. But it isn't all mine, and lately I've been having trouble telling my own truth. Yours, mine, ours, hers, his-- where do we meet and separate? These contours are strange, unfamiliar familiarity-- the deja vu sometime lover, something that isn't, but is, a softly sculpted possibility-- mine, yours, or ours? I can't teach you beyond boundaries, if you're unwilling to lay it bare, or spark this side of tomorrow with some incendiary secret: I'm just looking for a reaction, something that tells me you're mine, all the time, and not just when you want to be. It's foolish, really, to love within these means, to live within this--freedom and escape that steals and thieves many things. Your deft fingers pickpocket my good senses, leaving me curiously wanting in these after-dawn moments-- mine, yours, ours-- what belongs, and what does not? |