lovebirds tear their talons into the truth
and watch as the curtain
closes over their cage
a painless lashing, a costless expense.
mornings fade to velvet skies
fading further into threadbare nights
-- the core of war is
a cynical sensuality
A contest entry
- Quickie ~ 10 x 40 x 20 ~ Reserve Your Spot Now! ~ by Celticmoon.
300 points, ended July 13, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I adore your closing line. It's like the perfect way to sum up this entire piece. Thank you for entering and good luck!
Blessings
Bel
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Your prompt is: Passion's silken whip
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