Monday, November 09, 2009


“It is this,” she said.
“This loss of romance,
That kills me every time.”

She placed his hand, hard-pressed,
Against her breast and sighed: “Feel!
How my heart has ceased it’s beating as if I’d died,
My hope expanded like a fever in a nun
That runs unchecked until I stop.”

Though he didn’t know just what the virgin meant,
She nonetheless held all his attention…

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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)