The Stalemate: Poetry

See them,
in the moonlight,
man and woman torn asunder

He entreats
while She retreats
and in the distance, thunder

He begs her to take off
the armor on her chest
She tells him it protects
the heart beneath her breast

Sparks dim
in the streetlight,
dashing all the wonder

She balks
as He talks,
every move a blunder

She tells him that he'll
be like all the rest
He asks her to just
put him to the test:

Stalemate.


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