beautiful citadel of lights,
how could I have refused you
and your spangled tiaras
foggy distances
antlered arteries
piney whispers
was it your shyness
guiles or guises
or
the round smiles
lacking in your laughter
enthroned as a last chance
your heart the harp
on which we played
dollars and bones
phantasmagoric you
love is less than some ideal
it is nature roaring into view
and slipping just as ravenously
out of sight
in spooling balls of cool delight
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