Ain't got nothing on you
Your legs long and trunk tall
Your incessant chatter and your blurred fingers
As you type type type
Documents of our lusts and wars
You silence only in order to
Eat in some breaths
As you stride by my side
Enemy prime and love first principal
You prolong your career as my
Primary adversary
With all your guile and charm
Your multitude of tones and speech
The hanging gardens you were in awe of
Their slopes reminding you of
Far away dreams
But they were destroyed
My enemy
My love
While we stride on purposeful
Our egos not unlike
The Colossus of Rhodes
Which duly crashed upon the earth
As you stride by my side
Eating in breaths during
Rare pauses and silence
By: Daniel Smallegange
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