Posted on January 13, 2013 by johnmannpoems

Two Swans Move Mr. Mann

Beauty is always fierce.
The long neck poised
to strike. The hiss
pouring from white.
Black eyes. Wheel,
armada of grace.
Crazy love. Killer kiss.

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