I stroke your letters
Your painted toenail hue
I mull over
Your scarlet silver blue
I imagine your thigh
Your touch a little further through
I reassemble your ankle
To fit the boot or shoe
I attend all of the lectures
Hoping for a mirage of you
I catch your eye
Your picture on my wall
I weep and cry
Unable with fair heart to fall
I keep and try
Your memos filed to call
I travel far away
With your love’s wherewithal
To ignominiously
Stumble and stall
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