FEMME

You taught me to be drunk with your colors.

  I brutalized you with fantasy.

You educated me in the art of waiting.

  I explained to you my naive illusion of reality.

You instructed me to love myself naturally.

  I shared my love with you...

  to the four winds...

  at the four seasons of the year

  to the four cardinal points...

       What is the poem?

   Will it be you and me?

      The poem is you...

               while I constructed you.

                                        Carlos Chatham     June 2nd, 2003

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