Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

the first day that saw her loving him

they stood eye to eye
having won an equivalent slice
of the trivial pursuit pie
though the field a table over was still smoking
from a life long game of axis and allies

how keenly each observed
the other’s battle scars
leaving no need
for traveling
deep forests of the past

an agreement was made
to allow the armor
to fall to rust in the corner

she placed her hand over heart
tearing up into a blush
when he said,

“As far as I’m concerned, you were born on the day that I read your first poem…”

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