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By Ali Date: 2003 Feb 27 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.27.16.44.32283]] |
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I never called you By your real name, Never got down from these heights And tried you on for size-- But you blame me For a smile, miles lost On wisdom that flew underground. Green is the color-- But is it jealousy, the kind That comes in ardent waves? I am walking in the shades of Spring, Waiting for your honesty to fade From pretending to truth--gazing In the looking glass, but only seeing The shadows of change. How I love Those jaded eyes, soft set jewels That brings reason to its knees-- But I only revel in the moment That has yet to be tasted, Untouched, ripe on the vine. I am elusive, but you are So much more so than I, With your sea glass colored ways, Gliding with a rhythm Like that of a newly turned leaf-- I am weak underneath all these layers Obscene, with a bitter apple in hand, Who knows what you are now? I only know what you were then, And it is jealousy that abides tonight, Stark emerald against what never was. |