As Yet Unresolved
Nature or Deity
what petty cruelty
or splendid mystery
that he and she
would so distant be
in mind and manner and vanity
This is why they writhe and bite
or love as cold as winters night
We claw and kiss and spit in spite
We rage and pace and fuss and fight
or cut with words or flee in fright
yet in all of this we find delight
and die together blissfully
Copyright © Robbie Brusberg | Year Posted 2007
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