My love for you is like the blackest pitch
that runs in a narrow furrow down a wall,
pools on the floor in a heart-shaped scrawl
or then again, like albumen,
white, pearlescent, watery-thick
glowing in the fried-and-eaten dark
half-part scratch and half-part itch-
my love for you is like the blackest pitch.
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