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Rated: E | Poetry | Romance/Love | #1134275
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."
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