Compass
By ralph
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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I find you in the library
scribbling on rough paper
your sad map of the world
I snatch your pen
draw a heart on your shirt
you recoil
a loaded biro spring
about to shoot me down
with question marks
I full stop you
then hold you
because from Madrid
to a mainlined vein
and Oslo to
a failed oblivion
you will soon discover
that you cannot escape love
navigate that!
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