Her slippery beat
Led on bravely
Not wanting to know
Struck needing again
Her firm feelings
All lighthoused up
Waves lapping at her
High and bright
She liked night best
The surround of darkness
Natural cloak of matter
Dimensions shimmy asunder
I know her heel well
And it knows me
Better than I'd like to say
She said, 'What you thinkin bout fool? '
'Oh, nothing dear;
Just doodling out loud'
'Keep that to yourself Mr'
I caught her plain and clear
One grasping heart
Reached out for another
Blindly, absurd
Where do they come from?
He mused, and muses still
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