i knew her love was only in small letters
& reddish paint of lovely shapes,
but never in the loving heart that pumped
beats of rhapsodic rhythms, slowly.
i knew the old tickles and romances
would be the demons that'll haunt me -
i knew. i knew on this same bed i'd journey
miles, tossing to & fro, dreaming yesterday.
i knew new knees would beg you home
with little finger cuff of sparkling head
stretched before your trembling finger,
i knew your love was only in small letters.
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