Breathless Tales
I would rather
clutch my invitation
and wait my turn
in party clothes
prim, proper
safe and clean.
I would rather
clutch my invitation
and wait my turn
in party clothes
prim, proper
safe and clean.
But a pulsing hand
keeps driving me
over peaks
ravines
and spidered brambles.
So, I’ll pant
up to the pearled knocker
tattered
breathless
and full of tales.
by Janet Chester Bly
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