Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Star Signs

You could be a hundred thousand
people and I've never noticed
a hundred thousand beginnings
that I've never quoted at any-
one.
You could be older than me,
younger than me
stronger than me
weaker than we ever were
together.
You might inflame the senses
of sensitivity
probability
possibly promiscuity
and late antiquity
is your star sign.
Strong and crazy - that's you in two words
but I'd need a couple thousand
to capture the taste of your lips
or the feel of your skin.
It's in my blood, star shine,
the way black steel
and maybe thievery is
in yours.
I spent a summer on the books
curled up, hooked by what
they knew about you
that I didn't.

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