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because my love's a stranger

of whom i caught enough flash glimpses

in bright lights

to see it could be beautiful...



brittle like paper skin

eyes like turquoise raindrops

mouth like a boarded-off doorway



because my love's a God

who never speaks or touches a thing

but i know it's somewhere...



quiet like good intentions

body like a flagpole

bending in the gale

so the banners drop from their heights out of sight and out of mind



because my love's a face

who i saw rounding a corner of an empty street

to a destination i didn't know



gone like phantasmagoria

shifted out of the frame just like a cut-up film of happiness