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Odd Couple |
When they hold hands she has none
left to reach, to feel, or hold.
Organ music plays at night
against her treble outcries.
Strange bedfellows come sleep here:
history, physiology,
biology, but hidden
under her veil, the beaten,
old conservative hide of
jackals, no moon, but two suns.
copyright 2008
Seth
Woolf |
