Friday, April 28, 2006


She, eyes so desirous,
serpentine hair, sitting there
arms outstretched, dangling asps,
a balancing scale , measuring me
in the glasshouse
where men may stay
but not live.

He, brute strengthed bully,
horns erect,
you chased me
to the congregation next door
who entered in pink silks
and left in blue.
I should have faced you.

Am I ever to meet your ilk again?


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