some remembered few,
barren and savage,
tear across space
looking for sanctuary.
she holds them in her
magnanimous grasp,
a wicked critter,
some dame sans mercy.
the symbiotic reaction
of two lossless eyes
staring oblique
at the same synonyms
mirrored by antonyms
and the anonymity
that makes love
seem more or less worth it.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 353
Sans Mercy
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.