That Winning Smile

By a.p.

Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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That Winning Smile

I breathe your breath
as lip to lip
we execute
our danse macabre:
two skeletons
shrouded in skin,
the empty gaze
the rictus grin.
I lose, you win
you lose, I win
as our bones creak and grind and mesh.
Again.

c. Copyright by Anjali Paul.

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