S. Padre, 1:23 a.m.

by e. h. - Libra

slipping through
so many back glances
glittered lashes
rub elbows
with the masses
offers of interchange
laugh heartily
flicking the ash
as the pendulum swings
a foreign tongue
bares sharpened teeth
beneath this pen
and surrendered sheets
forgotten sentiment
begs silent reprieve
with all the finesse
of a newly hatched king

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2004-06-03 08:37:49
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:40
Poem ID: 70207

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