A chain of silver winding about perfect
White ovals that seem like little teeth.
The string of sea treasures wraps
demurely about moon pale skin.
The clasp is strong.
She rejects his gifts
laughs at his love.
Little white teeth in their silver jaw
bite deep into moon pale skin.
Bite deep into vein and artery.
Severing sweet air from lungs.
A chain of little teeth stolen from the sea.
Set in a jaw of silver to wrap about
moon pale skin and drink deep of
sweet vitae.
Mist L. Reynolds-Main
February 22, 1997
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