A Cave and a Haircut
Hers was the puss...
Of semigloss frame...
Mine was her endless shaft...
Sheltered from rain...
She held our outline high...
Myths we all shared...
Chasing through half light like
Acid laced hares...
"Come and dry here, my love!...
Take Ye a breath!...
We will abscond from crowds...
Outliving death..."
Hers came to sanctify...
I was her vase...
Blossoms did multiply...
Spreading their grace...
Aiding me hold my juice,
Hers just felt fine...
Dipping my candlewick...
Soothing my mind...
"Come and dry here, my love!...
Take Ye a breath!...
We will abscond from crowds...
Outliving death..."
Hers did insist and shine...
Brands dashed to waste...
Stifling ramparts climbed...
Plunking by taste...
Achelles' Heel was I...
Blowing our pot...
She saw my impotence...
Killed on the spot...
"Come and dry here, my love!...
Take Ye a breath!...
We will abscond from crowds...
Outliving death..."
10/20/23
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