Saturday, July 26, 2008

Envy

Inside the taste of emerald
That plays on the tongue
All copper and tin
When the green eyed woman steps in
You are trussed like a child
Confused and powerless
Beneath her jade gaze
You are what you have become
Green-fingered and hollow

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