Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Thesis:
I don't insist I hold your hand
or that I walk with you.
I don't insist I sometimes kiss
you softly on your cheek.
I don't insist on wishing you
were here by my side
or that, when looking up,
I should see you there.
All I do insist, my love,
is that you let me care.

Antithesis

That smile has ice in its eyes,
and the teeth, so white
ooze blood.
There's a fist in her head
that will pull out your heart
and her breasts
will stomp it to death.
Beware the treacle
spilling off her tongue,
beware her beguiling words.
She wants your money,
your house, your cars,
She'll get them now
if not then,
and when
they're hers, she'll
open that mouth
and she'll spit you out,
like a husk.

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