Monday, February 14, 2005

Cupid on the Scandalized Streets


the scents of chocolate / Scandalize the streets, wrote Maya, in a sonnet that closes,

I wanted only the simplest of tenderness.
A tiny shudder in the veins, or something less.


And Whiskey River wrote this:

If you meet cupid on the road, kill him
Because everyone has to be their own cupid.

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