THE COMMON DENOMINATOR.
you are the palindrome i,
the linguist, obsess over. and
over and over i search,
turning, even when you are
nowhere. it slips my mind to look
down. your violet skin converges on my
civic, redder shades. hades and a
pomegranate. you are coolish, but dewed
with the gold of a streetlight dusk.
i have you deified, but not to sit in heaven. you
eat your ambrosia in the underneath. crystalline
in the lower level. you are made (by me) to hold, to
be a divisor. "observe." you part, with ease, my
crimson tissue. i am made (by me) to split, to be a quotient.
