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.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
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