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I would rather
Hunt you down
And excavate
known treasure
Than spend a lifetime
Chasing the rumor
Of satin and gold
What can I give you
That you have not already
Taken,
What can I say
That I have not
Uttered now?
Time will tell
If you change
Or stay rooted
To your chains
I hear
Hindi
In the hallway—
Suddenly
My American
Lips
Can taste
The masala
In your kiss;
I smile
And let the memory
Travel
Across the sea
Where it belongs
Poetry
Is music—
Add some rhythm
Blues
And discord
To hear it sing
You pour
Your heart
Out to me;
I pull
The courage
Out of you.
What a delicate
Vibrant
Vulnerable exchange
Being in love
With someone—
Fragile
As glass;
Being in love
With yourself—
Strong
As stone
I am
Tired
And it has nothing
To do with
Sleep
And everything
To do with
heart
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