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Poem #142, posted 2010-09-06
Youth, Saturday 2am
In starlight dulled by city haze,
in judgment gagged by wine,
this Leda loosens dimpled thighs
and yields to the divine.
In tepid light, the quiet door,
the dryly-snicking gate,
will close on evanescent flesh:
its face, its name, its fate.
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