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Used Up

by Leah L. Cole


She calls me her gossamer angel
She uses my light for the stairway
To her I am a torch
Thought I know I'm only beeswax
She has sucked my breath away
Like a raging lover
"Be careful," I want to say
Beeswax melts
And gossamer burns.

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This poem is reproduced with the permission of the author.
© Leah L. Cole.
last modified 15 November 1998