hither and yon,
all crackle and boom,
without apology
or plea,

no entendre
double-took
(but leant in close
so we could see)
a rhetoric
succinct as only
love can be.


//or do words die
//dreaming of
//verbosity?


it seems, at least,
a metaphor
for simile,
or perhaps
a semaphore
soliloquy,
or maybe
something more.

but i digress,
you will agree.

it was never meant to be about me.

05/13/2013

Author's Note: https://pathetic.org/poem/1301174178

Posted on 05/13/2013
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