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                                                 A  paramilitary paramour

 
He sang those words…..
The words I could not summon sans a vociferous voice
lack of those words gave me nil another choice
lo to be laid low by chance and a chaliced BODY
TO SIP WHERE LIPS OF LUSCIOUS LUST HAD BRIEFLY ONCE RESIDED

A CUP WITH A DUTY TO BEAUTY which, by a smile, had been duly DECIDED

AS i, 
BY THE HAND OF HAUGHTINESS AND NAUGHTINESS WAS EVER SO mystically misguided
AND BY HER disastrously dishonorable DECISION WAS DESTINY DERIDED 

Woe to THOSE WORDS HE was urged TO Sing THAT WERE ETHCED UPON THE EDGES OF MY SILOUETTE

WHEN AT FIRST MINE EYES BY MAGIC had been MET
SHE Beside A ROULETTE WHEEL WHICH SPUN AT HER WILL AND her WHIM

THE first NIGHT SHE BECAME my “HER” AND i to be her “HIM”

A flicker WHEN A CASINO’S BRIGHT LIGHTS, 
COMPARED TO THE BRIGHTNESS OF HER AURA, 
WERE DEEMED TO DIM

BUT ALL TOO SOON That evening…. 
LIKE geriatric GERANIUMS ………GREW grim
AND I With SO VERY MUCH TO SAY

I with  SUCH AND SUCH TO SAY

BUT TORMENT HAD TIED WELL MY TONGUE IN A KNOT OF NERVOUS TENSION
AND TOO MUCH ANGUISH for me TO POSSIBLY MENTION
As STOOD I SILENCED BY A SANCTIMONIOU SMILE 

MUTED BY THE MAGIC OF A SEDUCTRESS GUIDED BY GUILE

I was FAR ToO WEAK TO SPEAK OF THE BLEEK
WHEN BEING MINUS MAGIC MANAGED TO MAKE A MUSCLED MAN MUCH TOO MEEK

Bearing the unbearable TWIXT TWAIN AND TWIGS on a trembling tree TO TWEAK

NAY, NOT I, THIS MAN who yet could not be coaxed to SPEAK

AND SO HE SANG THOSE WORDS WITH A SONG SUNG IN MY STATEMENT’S STEAD

HE SANG SOMETHING ABOUT SADNESS, SLUMBER AND A DESIRE FOR HIS EX-PARAMOUR TO Be BEGOTTEN DEAD

Well that’s what he sang

And that’s exactly what I would have sung
For a woman wherein my stars and hopes were hung

If memories of magic and the music of majestic grace had not been eroding my mind and DEGENERATING my head

Hell, 
what he sang in his song so soulfully sung is substantially what i would have said
when my hope and lover both were declared dead

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