i
I've seen your fisted elsewhere eyes before
in Indianapolis
you had a firm
beat-up beautiful face
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on the midmoon dance floor
in the harsh night dancing
you, you smiled seldomly
smiled as if for the beating of distant wings.
You had an ass was like the cradle of the world--
a cry for rocking; was
the halo of your presence, it was
that for which all seeking intimacy reached out.
I watched more 'n more from the table,
watched around the bodies of soldiers and sluts,
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