Solecism

 

Can I find you, Love,

Among the briars

Of mores and insecurities?

 

You lay hidden

In a jungle of

Sanctimonious civilities.

 

What is the magic

That makes you grow?

Must it be etiquette

That I must know?

 

I saw you once.

Your beauty was in my eyes

And in my head.

 

But you ran away

When I reached out

To touch you.

 

You ran away

When it was "Forever"

That I said.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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