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Rendezvous
15.03.05 20:32
Precarious, precious you
I hold against me
Like a breastplate.
I am at war.
The wind is flipping pages
Forward, faster,
You want to know
What happens next.
I don't know, I don't know.
You sigh into my face.
I would walk to the
Gates of Hades with you.
A villanelle isn't a poem
It's an evil lady
Bent on destroying the world.
And still I dream
Of nicotine patches.
Even if my claim to fame
Were my abdominal muscles
Rippling like the lake I see.
Yes, brown too.
Tanned, licked thoroughly
By Miss Sun.
Misunderstood, and yet
you like jazz.
The moonlit road
Leads to the Gates of Hades
Where writers have set up shop
Yes. Long before you, dear.
And there I was on a roll
In the hay with the devil
Who had your face.
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