In the silver silence a piercing
quiver slung down her arched back
the venom inside ready to spout forth
His tort lips said it all
and his piercing eye
like beaded butter staring
starkly at her glare....
face to face in combat stance
Who's triggering the vowel ...
Both lips are tight and pursed
which one will dare to utter first....
their defending beaming words....
that which wrenches
fully apart
splits the pea and breaks the heart ....
And
So then to choose
to win or loose
the blessed C.D collection....
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