Obsession
Haunted
By the immutable images
Of my dream world
Haunted
By the horrifying images
Of the images of my age
Haunted
By the green dreams
Of erected dreamers
Far from Hughes’s
Developing dreams
Haunted
By the words
Of the quick lover
Haunted
By the lover
Who quits my wet lips
To offer to a series of men
The same words and lips
And heart, and Heats
Haunted
By the lies, sighs, bites
Of the lover
And nothing else in return!
And she seems to say
I’ll control your life!
Haunted
But still love and hold you
And will never let you go
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