her eyes would shine like fiery pebbles
underneath that grey-green veil
waiting for the fall.
to pick at me, torn
like so many angry, spiteful wolves
growling at my veritable innocence.
her teeth would flash like vengeful queens,
sowing discord among brothers.
what more to rouse her wrath?
her thoughts would tick like perennial clocks,
clicking her tongue at my folly.
unable to conceal her rampant distaste.
better for him, she says in vain.
better for him who i love.
and who has fallen for this creature,
who should bend and break
from the breath of my mouth.
her love would swell like oceans' tides
uncontainable, immortal, fatal.
longing for that which she never can have:
how she longs for that still!
Lady would have me swept neatly aside
with him locked safely away
to look at whenever she pleased!
Lady-with-the-glasses,
bright eyes open wide,
the glittering key safe in her pocket.
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