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You, by Lawrence Norton

four rooms
drafty and dark beating to timeless reason
harmless gratification of desire
shining of street light on the wet concrete holds more majesty
by mere thought of you.
 
laughing eyes dance unveiled through
the smoke filled teeth shut tight in hesitation
for the mere sight of you
 
hand stretches in twisted knot of addicts needle embrace
of veins chased by love's sweet poison
as caught in the touch of you
 
flowers embrace the sun to mother's garden where
the grass, green folded under us sings
hymns to you
 
and night powder torn onto the lips
carries brilliant breath to sigh
in the last hours before
like the stars laughing for the moon
 
I am with you

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