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Poem about a strange meeting in a strange place. |
| "Excuse me, baby. Did it hurt?" The gossamer girl turns slowly to her right, Inquiry in her clouded eyes. The green suede gargoyle next to her Takes the silent cue: "Did it hurt when you were hit By Cupid's steamroller?" She raises one shadow of an eyebrow- The gargoyle winks a granite eye- She stands and smooths her gauzy gown, And with feather fingertips Brushes the gargoyle's verdigris lapel. Her lips form the ghost of a pitying grin, And she drifts away on a breeze. The gargoyle sips his cognac on the rocks And thinks, "It must have been my green suit." |