Monday, April 18, 2011

Artists Support Euphemisms

I fantasize about you,
gold rectangles
and red dots.
Colorful shapes
have come to take
the place of
an imagined lover
during interludes
and at nighttime.
And I rather profess
my desire of having
you on my arm,
and not get you,
than be lying that
I never wanted you anyway.

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