Cloth Yard

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I was just there, close by,
About you, when they spoke.
A yard of cloth, as if you were
Being measured on the pavement.
Curvy designs you have made in their eyes.
But their allusions and things
Made me half rotten inside.

I just listen to their voices,
Doing nothing in turn.
Keeping palpitations from spilling
Into this tea-like solution.

Then, you will come and rejoice
In their every other syllable.
You will dance around their bodies,
Like love in the evening’s glow.



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