You are a shadow
Outside in the timber
Dancing as a wicked virgin,
You throw me like a
Kitten against a farmer`s wall,
Or wait like a freight train
In the night, frozen under
Stars, haloed with steam;
And when your drained face
Is flightingly seen at distance;
More outside, grace unknown.
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