She was beautiful Long hair, red, henna For me, I think, maybe Laughing, amused at cliche in her alternate man Soft and cool, on love-flushed skin The passion made her beautiful Not that particular cliche, woman and sex A different passion Electricity snapping from fingers Joy in understanding Childlike Bouncing around the room Long legs Graceful leaps Ideas flashing in blue-gray eyes Burning with the dawning light Comprehension She was different The intelligence more organic Less crystalline Stronger in many ways Less given to fracturing More given to fracturing crystal No life in fractured crystal shards Different ideas of growth Can we grow as humans Frost on window panes inching forward Long debates Ivy collapsing ancient walls Hope Eternal springing trickster Lying together Alone Heady intoxication of ideas Inevitable love hangover
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