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Ruth Ann Scanzillo 1975 – present; all rights reserved.

Cry

A woman needs

an idol

too long pushed down

by dogma

told to be demure.

and, why

give her a man

to lust after

that she cannot have

then, try

to tell her

how to feel

and, who to be.

No.

Just

let her

Cry.

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The Deal Breaker.

There was a young man on the phone

Who, tired of feeling alone

Himself, he invited

To see her, excited

To let her disclose the unknown

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In person, they side eyed and skirted

Their senses, all highly alerted

Would he make a move?

Would they find a groove?

[ Both would have rather they’d flirted. ]

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The next day, his silence was stark

Up the wrong tree did he bark?

Was it maybe her nose?

Or, rather, her toes?

Her atoms? an aberrant quark?

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Whatever the reason, he balked

Though for six weeks, at least, they had talked

A foreplay of words

An affair for two nerds

Now, away from the woman he walked.

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No matter the timbre or tone

Breathy alto, or bass-baritone

Favor fun, as you must

Savor fellowship, too, just

Don’t fall in love on the phone.

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Copyright 8/16/22 Ruth Ann Scanzillo All rights those of the author, whose name appears above this line. No copying, in whole, part, or via translation, permitted. Thank you for respecting original material.

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My Chimera.

The face

Trace elements

Composite

Afixed

Framing expectation.

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The body

Firm and full

Presented

Projecting

Broadcasting bold desire.

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The mind

A chess master

Assuming

Position

Preparing the next check.

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The heart

In denial

Suppressing

Pain and fear

Filtering through veiled lens.

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The soul

Bereft of love

Infantile

Arresting

Crying out for mother.

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© 4/16/22 Ruth Ann Scanzillo. All rights those of the author, whose name appears above this line. Don’t steal like people from a certain Asian country. Be the honest person.

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