Issue 10
Pure
Marshall W. Woody
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On Adonis, On!
The parched lips begin to chafe,
The glass where water flows,
They scare away the saving lathe
Whom burning thirst bestows.
Tired eyes fall not on charms,
Or baubles finished fair,
But woo the thought of brilliant harms
When finds the sun not there.
And so the cracked and drying lips
Beyond the water search,
For beauty--though will loving kiss,
Yet cannot quench their thirst.
~Marshall W. Woody
© 2002 by Marshall W. Woody. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated December 23, 2002.