February 14, 2006

He longs for her jealously

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He longs for her jealously,
         his for hers.
Empty it gropes, in fulness it finds,
    hers for his, she for him.
Arise from your torched wax museum, 
      O concubine of *s*t*a*r*s*,
        O pierced stone, fear no more
Remembering, etch-a-flesh open love letter, 
    all he promised her and all he commands.
Templed treasure-chest of hope, 
    virtue of virtues throne room,
    bedspread cleansed for her master
            monarch.
Posted by Eric Pyle at February 14, 2006 8:30 AM

Passing Thoughts

thanks for your comments...
how do you define "driving like a man"? i like to drive fast. is that why no one has proposed to me yet?? that must be it!!! finally, the truth!!! just kidding.

Posted by: Emma | February 15, 2006 9:23 PM

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