... Caliban Poems

She was cool and beautiful, sleek as a cat.
Her presence quite filled the bar where we sat,
Scented, successful, Business Woman complete,
The world was her oyster, it lay at her feet.
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Once war clouds grew at my behest,
A thousand died at my mere gesture
Kings trembled if they spied my crest,
And counted out their days of tenure.
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Over the table once again,
I felt the whiff of battle drift,
Exposing nerves and cutting pain,
Sabres slashed, stiletto slipped.
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Sweet as air at soft day's dawning.
Light as sun in spring time's morning.
Gentle cries the pigeon's calling,
Down the wind her voice is falling.
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Perfect love is white marble.

It is pure, it is clean, it is clear,
Incandescent with light.
Incontrovertibly right.
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