She's So Agreeable

Her from-a-bottle ruby hair aglow
In humid late-spring light, her
Eyes a pair of question marks,
Her diffidence, and meek and
Barely audible assents have made
Me feel it's time I took my stand,
And said what I've been thinking
Lately: is there anyone beneath
The voice, the eyes, the glowing
Hair, and, if there is, what does
She think? The shell is comely;
There's doubt. The urge to please
A pleasure, but I cannot love a
Sycophant. She must tell me who
She is, or I will have to go.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-05-31 at 01:25

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