July 2, 2007

Party on Poetry Planet

So we closed our eyes,
smashed all the mirrors
and danced
among the shards
and fell.

Our blood was beautiful,
pain was pleasure,
and scars were pride.

We kissed
and mumbled through the wine.
We said,

"If all the world's a stage,
the poet operates the spotlight,"

but yearned for glamour
far too much
to remain poets for long.

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