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Nicolette Burbatsky


"Lovers are painters
Tossing yellows in the sky
So they can stay gold forever.

'Secrets and stories,
Accounts and reports;
These are urban legends now.

Is furvor absolute?
Or a peeling white paint on a weathered windowsill

But love tickles and tingles 'neath my skin
And my pores swell to goosebumps amidst thought
I shuddered at the idea of this being merely wind blowing on my hull,
Twas perhaps blinding care and faulty creation.

But simple in it's complexity,
I divulge a story;
Of lioness that spoke softly in summer,
But roared in the *fall*.

During the eve, a familiar stranger attempted to tame the beast of beasts,
Only to find that there was a beast within herself.
But she cooed at the lioness, and pressed her warm hands on the small of her
back and then held her.
The two found comfort and equality in spirit--- a harmonious match.

Latter-day proved less comforting,
For the lioness started clawing;
So the familiar stranger went abroad.
And the entwined bodies split in two,
Realizing that what was due, was due.

So, you see lovers are painters
Tossing yellows in the sky
So they can stay gold forever.

Secrets and stories,
Accounts and reports;
These are urban legends.

And love and farces are parodies."

 


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