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I can make you smile
Just by scowling.
When morning comes
You can pull me closer.
Recline, sprawl
Along the length of me.

You go into the warm pool
And the mood I'm trying to set
Doesn't know what to do with me.
Is it the sun's fault
We're not polytheistic?
The one walking toward the earth
Speaks of her many unknown feelings,

But actually she knows them well.
The afternoon watches the art go by,
The window stays open a crack
All winter. Feel free to come over here
And guess what I'm feeling. I in turn
Will divine your unspoken expectations.