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i dreamt you were
a picasso
and i was
a matisse.

we hung on opposite
gallery walls
of intersecting
gallery halls,

separated by
a parade of
clicking heels and
voyeur eyes.

your every angle:
stark, severe,
peering through
fragmented tears,

you begged
for my tranquility
and offered me
your madness.

 
This poem originally appeared in the 2009 collection Sixty-Six.