Cliff
She stands, a horse with legs taut and proud
And her eyes are an opera,
The clashing and rising of war voices
Marble eyes in rubber casing.
She is perfectly how
Hope stands in battle.
I bought a horse with a tail like a cliff,
Blown, fine, proud, tall;
Stalked.
And I would have bought you
But your hair was lavender.
And I would have bought you, twilight
Copyright © Camille Beck | Year Posted 2007
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