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queen on E
iridescently i have loved…with precision
mattered not the meteorology nor moods of magicians
but the reciprocal knows not my address…but i quest…aweary
love is to age well and bejewel the crown of my head in theory
it’s the sensation of the heavy and the cold
an iceberg slithering down the back of the soul
when love returns emptied…a platter of eaten hors d’oeuvres
it’s nacre sucked out by draculas…at the neck…and the nerves
a residual shell…shapeshifted into a mastery of guile
rewadded…restrung…with a dusting of bile
trick-love is the drug loading spells up the nose…poisoned plumbous
that leaves me a sick lovelorned of a fungus
until i’m not…
somewhere within is a recharging kilowatt
rejecting the “un”…receiving the “happy”…but still am i an old fool of the vial
i’m one humbled queen on E for a while
