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Rhombus

I lean, subservient
between two directions.
My body is a hare; bucking
and pinned, pulling hands at an angle,
thinking me beautiful.
I am fast but sterile,
static gospels, my passions
measurable.
I am you
quantified
on your wife,
biting envies, cut glass eyes,
sharp gossip.
I am Siamese;
two beaks wide
over each hunger,
jaws locked.
I am a brilliant fox face;
kitsch of cunning.

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 15th Dec 2010 17:03

Lovely images Marianne. Really enjoyed this. x

Philipos

Wed 15th Dec 2010 16:40

Hi there Marianne I particularly enjoyed the last line Kistch of cunning - where did you get that stonker from - a great take on dualism as well - well done

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Wed 15th Dec 2010 14:37

Some lovely imagery here, Marianne, in my opinion. I particularly like 'my body is a hare'. I have a thing about hares – I find them 'spiritual', is that odd?

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