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The Heart At His Feet
Karina Klesko
Leafing
through
the pages
of a fashion magazine
I see
YOU
here
&
there
full lips,
passionate
eyes
the man
of my dreams
I find a pair
of scissors
and cut
out all the
best
features
Excitedly
I glue
YOU
into the
void
of my
journey
between
last night's
loneliness
and a new
morning's
craving
my breasts rising
and
falling
in creation
the last piece
in place
now
I sit back
and
stare
......
your tanned
chest
with each curve
perfected
yet
...
you are
NOT
quite
right
. . .
my tears
fall
one by one
onto the
collage
of
colors
e
s
c
a
p
i
n
g
beyond
their
limitations
in a fit
of
disappointment
I grab
the
scissors
and stab at
the heart
lying
at your feet
a surge
of renewal
races through
your veins
as
I
look
lovingly
at
my
Dali Man
sunlight
through stained glass windows—
the little lamb, still white
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