The cords pulling
cat gut guitars
string song pong . . . ping . . .
unzipping a tied chest
arrested her air way
stealing half a minute from life
aloft her sanctuary spoiled
by forgotten padding allow blood
wane into the ticking
impregnate horse hair, oiling bonnel springs
light fresh pearls of purity
betray the vulnerable side of Eve
© 2011 Lepadah
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