The Cyprus Stone And The Security Guard Poem by Anthony Dalby
The Cyprus Stone And The Security Guard
The alarm sounds
The guard calls me over
Arms up, fingers probe me
His maleness disturbs me
He feels down
lets his fingers circle the stone
Explosives? detonator?
He frowns
I smile
I lift it out, the Cyprus Stone
Small, smooth, enigmatic
Tension fills the space between
Our eyes meet
He knows some secrets are best
Kept in silence
He waves me on
I pocket the stone again
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