By the guppy
Date: 14 August 2000

lecture from a blank page

sequined first, astonishing
lovers gasp for air
the chant of night
precious heart's delight
the hushed remains at dawn crouched by the wall
nobody ever tells it all

a penny loafer, bloodsoaked, and trained to seek the trail
the foxtrot glance of near romance
the seared sensation set to sail
it reeks of beck and call
try to deny the luxury
dare not to tell it all

a missive septic gesture
love misspelled with an "ust"
freeform paranoia
or panacea hinged on trust
derelict conversations
fueled and furtive
past the prime and fit to fall
leads to ears pressed to the wall
don't even try to tell it all




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