Fugue

I remember an obsession.
I built it myself
from wishes to horses.
Conceived in a hug and a blush,
quickened by preening pirouettes,
it seeded the fugue of my madness
and crashed in ignoble blackness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(We still talk)

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