Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Preemptive Strike

You stand in the doorway
extend already into the room
with your voice a pennant streaming
and I wonder if you know
prepossessing
it seems it must have been
your first word.
You walk into each situation
with it nestled into your palm
bending already to your placid will
How at home the world seems
on the golden chain around your neck
You with all your gorgeous looks
always and forever first
before the earth began to bloom
the first owner, the one who came before
blessed with all the glow and gravity
Possessor of all you see
before you see it

oh my dear you are so
prepossessing.

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