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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 © 2013...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~