alignments (1)

 he, the loved, and she the lover;
 nothing comes of symmetry --
 we can duck, but cannot cover
 what becomes our misery

 some are served, and some are servers
 banked in clouds in distant lands --
 he, the cold, and she the fervor,
 flowers placed on

 one-night stands

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

One thought on “alignments (1)”

  1. Love the way in which you weaved the imagery and the sentiments with the rhymes; it reminds me of a chorus or a bridge in a song.

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