LOVE'S CHAMPION #

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JOURNAL # 38

yer lush lily
quite the dumb filly
to deny such masculine
grace
even a chance to let yon
eyes trace
the outline of her brow
so silky
there are special rooms in
the confines of purgatory
for women who stoop
in such a manner so to torture
the men who love them
just a little more
from your poetic bindings
you must rise
and don the robes of strength
always conceiving that
your words remain your champion
and not the mere mat that lays
at the foot of a door...........
(Aug. 20, 2010 707pm)
 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my poetic reply to fellow post poems poet Muhammad Naveed Ahmed's poem 'I Am Naught Without her'

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