Rum Drum

I fall in love with body parts
Minds, hands, lips
Embraces
And vocalized thoughts
Slip into my chest
Burying themselves
Who are you
With dark art wound round your arms
You, who has stolen my gaze
And now holds me captive
With not more than pure aura
Mine is orange
And yours
Purple
I swear, royal
like Tut and Cleopatra
The gloom boom of your absence
lurks even now
The beat begins
Somewhere near my thigh
and rises…

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