the poem beneath the poem
she said he said but he
could not recall saying
anything that profound
as if beneath the words
they shuffled about like
tarot cards on the table
they  found an honest love
one where beauty
would open unbidden
like peaches to his tongue
tart and quickly flowing
the juice of their lives
transparent without definition
(December 2012)

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