not surprisingly you talked of
subordinate clauses as your posture
doted on its own arrogance
wingéd elbows
beside your nape-cradled head
the caldera between your legs
a site for rutting elk
the tree outside matched,
and was a match for,
your red shirt, I glimpsed
back into your head
and was lonely there
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