|"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."
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