He couches a secret for
Ammunition later
Truths like arrows
Strike harshest
She must read a lot
To think so brutally
He believes he can
Match her ability
-- with practice
Later they will dine
Lay out their words
Like fine china
Sketch and ink in
Formalities
Feign independence and truth
He feels no loyalty
No longer values their past
As one forgets the liberation
Of virginity, yet feeling
Freer without
To let forth fury and no longer scramble
to gather the words he has strewn
He couched this secret to truly sear
Those properly batting eyelids
The world does not disappear when
One shuts her eyes
December 12, 2002
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