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Denali
You
seduced me with a poem,
A legend of Jupiter and one of his moons,
A bright cloud-draped girl-object
Attendant in orbit about the great red-spotted mass.
Oh, it was romantic! Imaginative,
Laden with myth and beautifully,
Soothingly studded with intimate words.
Foolish, flattered, I was Io, or Europa,
Mistress and satellite to the king of gods.
Small, momentary, and one of many.
(for
Mark)
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