Lovers
by Debashish Haar — Read all 156 poems by Debashish Haar
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
She prepares a bowl of metaphors,
spreads butter on each image.
At times he starves
on tasteless soup and cabbage.
She is the high priestess of art.
She dyes her fiberglass hair
with wood polish and rum;
he is the only life: a malleable face,
a potbelly and a cheerleader;
a connoisseur in the night.
Copyright©2007, Debashish Haar, All Rights Reserved ®
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Ron
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours! :)