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Gypsy of the UnaHainable

(for Scott because loving you is like war)

"More than herself it was not herself at all,
but someone else that she really was."
-Tanith Lee

this is what it is to be electric.

sprung from an agonized
coil to twirl--madcap, full of the wind; missing

the sound of my name thrumming your voice, arms pierced
by your absence, shreds

of my laughter left hanging
like interrupted conversation--waltzing

with thunder and wantonly yearning
for a lightning kissto burn

away the ways l'rn forced
to remember you.

you are so deeply woven within my words
(divorced from tone, all bright elation stolen into vowels)

i have no other language to speak
but i am too full to stop singing,

alive with our jagged impossibility.
i have lips and hips

and i will not be your revolutionary
wearing nothing but the scars your tongue left on my thighs.

Veronica Susan lito