In the absolute darkness
of your front porch
I kissed you like I'd wanted
yesterday
in the gallery
as I watched you pull
prints of the bull snake
who'd climbed the back
of the tapestried chair
at your old landlady's house
and all I could see
were your hands,
your hands
and the troops of crows gathered
in the corners of your eyes
from being too long out
in the West Texas sun
and I knew you then
better than anyone before or since.
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