You found me,
it was on
an another planet,
just there. You said
you liked the colour
of my hair,
the way I tore
your shirt open, all the
tiny white
buttons flying
across the wooden floors.
Lovers, mistresses, boyfriends,
whores, do not
matter anymore,
you know,
when you are running
with such a buffalo,
rivers thrusting
from his
soul! Dionysius in him
and the weeping
fir tree!
Made me
want to be bigger.
Better.
More!
Buffalo was cautious
respectful,
thoughtful,
intelligent,
and strong
as a buffalo.
It hurts
like a mistake
to watch this one
crash through the gates.
But I found him
here this way
running in circles in this
farm. Buffalo
broke my heart,
broke my legs,
Buffalo broke
my arms!
But I felt
alive!
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