To a Purely Hypothetical Hero
How easily we took the chance
of stepping off the rim.
I could never do that dance
in any way with him.
My armour wasn't any good;
he'd always find my weakness.
I always knew I really should
disarm his lust with meekness.
I cried with mingled hope and dread,
"Love isn't very nice!"
You laughed up at the sky and said,
"It's cheap at twice the price."
Copyright © Nancy Ames | Year Posted 2008
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