Platonic Enemies
Ann L. Boynton
Decorous pleasantries float emptily between us, the
dying gasps of a friendship, which,
unable to acquiesce to death graciously,
fights furiously against our indifference,
while half-grasped cordialities
point laughingly at the absurd attempt.
Turning to face you now, welcoming,
as the Phoenix receives the thirsty pyre,
the fierce combat of life and life,
a desperate attempt to destroy and resurrect. but still
the flames beckon
irresistibly, undeniably,
and again, we smile at one another.
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