She's his pale forest face,
He strangles.
She's his crouching walnut lips,
He smites.
She's his roving eyes,
He pierces.
She's his sinusitis nose,
He constricts.
She's his barren chin,
He blames.
She's his ash barren ears,
He tolls.
She's his baseless neck,
He flounders.

He's her battery-charged heart,
She stops.
He's her vacuous melon breast,
She flattens.
He's her pentagon shoulders,
She falls.
He's her gangly arms,
She retracts.
He's her silent hands,
She withers.

But oh brother!
The rest of her,
And,
The rest of him,

Neither fumbles or falls.
Neither flounders or flees.

Neither trots or treads.
Neither traipses or trudges.

Neither swaggers or slides.
Neither swings or slinks.
Neither slithers or staggers.

Neither wobbles or waggles.
Neither wiggles or wambles.

Erect.
Refusing to bend.
Neither.
Ever giving in.

_____from Songs of a Journey's End, a poet companion to the thrilling tetralogy, Laying Within the Mark

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