Dispel any imitation

I think you are aligned to joy,
far into the summers.
But still take fire
on the fields of spring.
And if you forget
the colour of my eyes.
Or how to submit to life, plainly.
No single flesh
can give you warmth.
Just the dreams of lonely men,
brutal and aimless.

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