by Iola   Apr 18, 2009

The lover could not talk
Speak about the storm inside
His body was very warm
His heart too cold to hide

The gardener's water was held
In a bucket reserved for him
Coolness is what the flower smelt
Yet no drops could be seen

An icy wind was moaning
Outside the loner's door
Then she saw him phoning
And realized she needs more

A lucky girl found an angel
In an unexpected place
But this one could not fly
Too scared to fall from grace

The dog smells a saucy bone
More than a million miles away
Then he sunk his teeth into stone
No food for the poor dog today

This lover could not show
Happiness or sadness alike
His days was lame and low
And she failed to be a bike


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  • 9 years ago

    by trippetta TC

    Your metaphors are so melodic and enchanting, and she failed to be a bike, genius, left me wondering and thinking of a reversal of Gertrude Steins immortal comment " A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bike"