Priscilla LaneA Poem by Steeven*a Grant-era actressBe
as harp behind sully beauty-woman Professing
love Idealistic
manifestations of a man Tap
dancing syllables Leap Tongue
To Tooth To
deny god in the name Love’s
truth but
i i
wonder how
the roses tasted behind white
picket fence with
the lenient guard of a gate to
protect them. Be
as her Hat
rack i
would. © 2013 SteevenReviews
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