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Real and Unreal
By Stranger
She lays a dagger on the ground before me
“This,” she tells me, “is a symbol of love”
“It is also, the source of my power”
And I believe her
And she loves me
I fasten a collar around her throat
“This,” I tell her, “is how I have been taught to love”
“It is also, how I will protect you”
And she believes me
And I love her
We move through each other like light through smoke
Changing nothing
“I will always love who I believe you to be,” we tell each other
And we try to forgive the illusion that binds and separates us
And we cry for the children born and unborn
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Copyright 2014 Stranger
Published on Sunday, April 27, 2014.
Filed under:
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On Tuesday, January 5, 2016, Carmina Gitana
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wrote:
Thank you for still posting once in a while. That third stanza is one of the most perfectly stripped-down poetic truths I've read in a very long time. It's like one of Rodin's hand sculptures, real as flesh but bite-sharp to the touch. Wonderful.
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A former member wrote:
this was extremely good!!! ~ hdl
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On Wednesday, April 30, 2014, urbanhumility
(1175) wrote:
Knowing the precepts and intonation of love..... You have spoken well.... In your prose ..... Well done my old friend.... Well done......urban
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On Sunday, April 27, 2014, Phalanx
(679) wrote:
I like the way you live and die in your words. Calculating response for words and sighs that like the pain. You know just what to say. You like being ugly. Bad noise is sometimes the greatest love song.
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A former member wrote:
way to make a comeback, sir.
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