Saturday, October 20, 2012

Pumpkin Juice


wine and cures for madness
a fitting pair
like Cinderella’s slippers
be they glass or fur

they fit the mood
fragile and worn
siblings tip and rip
the oath, blood-sworn

a matter of sleep
a pea-podded bed
sugar plum dreams
oven gingerbread

fingers wring fingers
to empty the bride
happily ever after
comes eventide

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