You stood on my space
and saw life
sprawled in the sun amongst autumn leaves,
and found reasons to think of spring.
But now think of me in your summers
as a lover who waits for you
either as fleeting amour or
someone you will love
even as my scars are revealed.
Immerse yourself in my past
and know the avarice
which flows in my blood
and ask how much you can love
someone who plunders and steals.
Sit beside swans who neck in abandon
and find that death can be a moment
in artistes
who wrecked color in irreverent cheekiness,
even as he sensed the coming of
a permanent night.
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