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(creating a temporary disruption of perception)
by Dave Young.
“You are mine…you are mine”
your lips pursed;
the stretched skin of your mouth,
the clashing cymbals of your words…
possessive and inaccurate.
Language can’t explain everything,
so I focus on the naked intensity of your eyes,
their voluptuous panic;
long ago perhaps. Long ago.
That strange excitement you possessed –
how it raced,
like water quickening before a narrow channel.
Animal noises –
a howl of naked aggression
predicated by the urge to create minor chaos,
before retreating into your shadow.
Are you stuck between a dissatisfied present
and an unavailable past?
Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.
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