Why do I have the
childish urge to poke him
with my word-stick,
jump up and down in print
and in person,
elicit a response of some,
any kind!
Is he afraid
I want to possess him?
Maybe so,
but only for
three minutes at a time!
I long to commune
with his tiger-soul
the way I commune with the sun
and the bandoneon by night.
speechless, through skin and bone
bypassing the tangle of gaudy
words and lucid, rational
thought.
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