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8 years and then 2009

it’s the black power
the ebony ego
that screams as you bleed
the tight-lipped smirk that deepens to purple mush

I loved you
then
amongst cocky Wednesday nights
rimless glasses
and a fourteen-day beard

now I watch you
bended knees in my head
tipped chin
and a pooled iris that is your eye

“i’m happy now.”


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  • tomisb
    July 18

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    How love changes from passion to anger. How love demands a part of oneself until you demand the flesh of the loved belong to you. Submission becomes domination. The laughter can be heard echoing. Echoing and burning everything it touches with hot tears.
    Love, Tom B.