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The I Is Man

Light of the world, it's lovely clandestine face!
Ocean skin and perfumed wavy hills of hair,
they rush over in gentle steps of abstruse grace.
I give only to you the sting of dark affair.

Eyes forged by the sun in the moon's crucibles,
they imbue our space with sweet greeness,
but written forever to become 'ours' with
the eyes designed by Faunus and shaped by Mars.

What sacrifice it is for you to be me?
And I never to be you, so long as I resist.
Sacrifice to see what I've done in my years as me,
enforcing my scarlet will upon you.

How I've suffocated your warm linen legs!
How often I've gravitated words to your gut!
Frequently, I've thrust red blankets over ocean skin, and
turned impassioned kiss to downturned eyes and weary thoughts.

We've danced through time like a flame with it's reflection,
but whose that swaying in the glass, me or you?
Whose is the true flame bending in curved stalwart beauty?
And whose is the reflection, the dim blush of polar affection?

Am I the two-faced light, and you the ignorant moth?
Tell me it isn't true that I have stifled you and your
greeness for so long, there is still time, my dear,
may I take you to dance in Saturn's diamond rain?

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