Duel
by Ernestine Cobern Beyer
My love and I, we duel.
I know his every trick!
His rapier-wit is cruel,
My parry, sharp and quick.
Deaf to our hearts' pleading,
We wound each other deep,
Till staggering and bleeding,
We sheathe our words and weep.
+++++a harmony of prayer & play composed for a rapt audience of [chirp]+++++
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