delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

two lovers of the written word
eschewed nectar, fruit forbidden,
their dreams sang on, yet were deferred
they tumbled, spent, into a midden
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come up lame on this path and it's teakettle over melonball...
need a loose-limb/sure-foot mule now...
chariot and troika abandoned...good for the straightaway,
......bells/feathers, all those dash-and-prance trappings
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it was a smallish
gathering...
with
two exceptions,
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brought a whippet,
the other, jingles...

gradually, the bleachers filled
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flaxen braids....
the only description there could be....
....
that imposing profile... a prussian walkure...
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