The Dealer Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
The Dealer
He knows her weakness.
She plays to his senses;
Unremarkable accept for her habit...
Knee high in the snow drifts, she is
He welcomes her needs;
And assists in the quest for eternal sunshine;
Driven by the lowest of lows...
She seeks him out;
Between her late night lines...
And early morning Mimosa's.
He is her favorite enabler-
Her dealer-her poet-her life.
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