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I am the blackest ink You are a midnight blue Though we write our tale together, I
am darker than you
I am raucous raven You are a blackbird with red wings I am Edgar Allan Poe's that
sings of darker things
I am the roots on bleached blonde whore, writhing on a concrete floor, digging in the
dark with broken nails I am shiny paint on a funeral car, heavy with a corporate czar, taking food to the worm
trails
I am the ocean bottom I plumb the depths you love An eery lightless mystery you can't stop
dreaming of
When man's darkness enters you take it all in stride You understand why shadows grow
too cumbersome to hide
I am thick lens in blind man's glasses taking in all that he passes, laughing
when white cane discovers whore Though my visions are more ghastly, I know our love is everlasting My darkness
makes me need it all the more
c) C. Butler 1995
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