The source
of gold behind the summer
inverse alchemy rusting me inside.
When a pilot cannot fly straight
I blame it on her.
When a man finds a son, she was the lover.
When a man stalks, halfheartedly
the one who dropped him like a fish
it is her, the lip she didn't wax
beautiful legs loved by the sun
and shadow and laughter, knowing
where she begins, how she twists the world
with a Colombian smile
a big smile that knew she was sexy
when she wanted a singer. An athlete.
The Marine. The stud.
I took the poison thrill of Angie's control
in place of a kiss
and figuring that out
has taken me a life
of women who enjoy watching me die.
Stop telling anyone like this your secrets.
When I see sunlight, it’s you, many colors.
When I ride the glacier it’s you I escape.
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