Jewel

Your glance is surrounded, buoyant.

Were my arms trebled

in length and number,

I could never so surround you,

though you call yourself my own.

You don’t do it for victory,

kissing your beauty with my lips.

You don’t closet yourself from anger,

leaving me to mind my own.

I’m alone in uncertainty, delicious,

where the learning

has just begun.

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