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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Tigress

Dazzling purple eyes, pinned
(Dreamt the tiger, spied in the clear)
With gold relief, diamond rimmed
Glory (his nature failed).

More and more, it seemed,
Her song of chained pauses sprung
A trap for his night, diluted
The bruise upon the day.

Her emptiness told him all
Amid the wind, unto the sea
As she broke sheets of pleated surf
From the midnight sand:
He would never go back.

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