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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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