A crack and bolt for the few,
No chariots or ball of fire,
Not one flame of love for you.
The earth did not rise to meet heaven,
No cupids, with wings for a view,
No love tipped arrow shot skyward,
No name in a contrail of blue.
But Nebulous, he was a flying,
All roiled and poisoned with lust,
That the devil himself had to wonder,
What crimes of love were unjust...
Jackie
5-31-11
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