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"Unfairy Tale"
by Jeph Johnson
A man's carnal core hoards his dreams of yesterday
Refusing their release even after memories fade.
He hoped to handle her curves with care
But voluptuousness vanished into thin air
It left his hands reaching for an empty ideal
Because only his feelings understand what he feels
His lucidity is liquid and heart's turned to clay
Grains of sand now sift every second away.
Upside down, upright, and turned over again
He presses her hourglass against his skin
Then closes both eyes to dam up his tears,
And just for the moment her red lips appear
They part with a passion; a florid discontent
Envying every blown kiss they've sent
For when voicing vanity, her lips could be vile,
Still they served solace to him when she smiled.
And counterfeit smiles never existed
So what seemed authentic were her kisses
They were something he could actually feel
Pressed together with his were unmistakably real
His intentions were noble, concise and clear
So her exit confirmed all his deepest fears
His broken beating heart is an example of
The Inequity encompassed in unrequited love
Love given to someone who no longer cares
Gives pause to the fairness of one who's so fair
