Compare to me,
jealous and envy
belong to me once again
I have never seen burnt umber
forcibly painted red.
Speak softly and in passive voice
with little to no wanton noise.
Push the pedal down the hall
and scrawl ancient passage on the wall.
We speak no more
we felt before
we spend forever again,
in whispered chants and melon rants
tucking satin beneath the skin.

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