Quicksand


Like quicksand and her looks
Poetry is deep within.

Not until the SOS moment dawns
You realize how childish your exercises were.

With wanton mischief
I entered those innocuous looking waters…

When I sank loin deep in infatuation
It stuck me, no use struggling.

I submit to her still and silent
Any effort to the contrary
Would only aggravate my misery.

October 2010

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