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I hated when the hair from your jacket marked my palms and lingered on the lycra fabric stripe of my pants
..............but I remember when the pines of your inchoate beard laughed in my ear

I hated when the snake of the road before our minds and the chilled leather cracks seemed to divide us when it was really the woman I followed in my dreams
..............but I remember when the minutes turned to mud because the water in your arms squeezed the crunchy leaves out of my eyes

I hated when the loops of rolled syllables and the transparent blahs circled into a never-ending metal cord which coiled into kinks building tilted stairs that lead to holes
.............but I remember the flint incense in your iris when you showed me how to guide the syringe into my gelding's vein and let the blood swirl with evaporated tears