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    Wednesday
    Aug262009

    Less than three

    (In just less than three parts)

     

     

    The Gap-

    I play victim.

    I am fake - I lie

    I am the worst to take

    Into your arms- into your team

    Am I no part of your dream?

     

    For my best was never

    good enough to the class

    that you bring. I am tough,

    I know, but tender inside

    like the crab legs you eat.

     

    So let this be a confession

    of all that is true, Let us not

    forget my truth is a lie, is it?

    A truth construed…?

     

    From Ice Bars to Wet ones

    Have I not come through?

    Broke like a scandal,

    I’ve done little for you...

     

    I glorified peeps and the like

    I felt it human- till I saw light

    of my only angel- only real flight

    in the arms of my beloved’s night.

     

    I do what I ought to do,

    it is no longer in my control.

    Long ago, I sold my soul

    to a figure of my imagination.

     

    And though words are played

    with and tinkered. These words

    I speak forward are as pure as day.

     

     

    So without further delay…

     

     

    The Bond-

    Two perfect strangers come together

    Among three immortal gators and

    a Christmas tree with no lights.

    Brightest of nights in darkest times.

     

    She is a living replica of Violent lee

    Happier times as she wore a black and

    Frailed coat. Standing patiently as wind

    passed her by. In glance, we shared stance.

     

    Cupid freezing neath the bushes aims.

    Frost dissolves in my cappuccino breathe.

    I lean to cover her neck in silken rapture

    of woven delights blocking hard winds.

     

    Truth be told- this day would I never

    have known would be the time of her

    arrival. She is waiting under moonlit

    skies and sees the same sky as I...

     

    Two winters later, I still inhale

    the same air at the same moment

    as she. Our loves begotten tight

    as a rope of unrivaled density…

     

     

    The Purpose

     

     

    What is less than three they ask?

    It is a symbol, a sign. Above

    the comma, beside the four.

    And it means so much more.

     

    It is an unparallel struggle

    of two distinct shapes- one

     

    sharp edges and piercing drive.

    The other conserved and strong.

    For once embraced they belong

    in unison of love entwined and

    admiration for the like of two

    curious creatures of a love divine.

     

     

     

                Less than three- Mon Che-rie