There is a part of me
That is seldom seen
– A dark half
She crosses boundaries
Lives balanced
Acrobat
On a knife’s edge
She does things I don’t
Things I won’t
Nighttime things
Crazy-stupid things
They like the dark half
She is wild-fire, electricity
Much more than I
Have ever been
But it’s me that’s left
In the cold morning light
To pick up the pieces
When she departs
There’s a part of me
That was seldom seen
It’s just the dark half
That you see.
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