They were . . .

          

                                                                                  an unfortunate

                                                                                                                  assembly

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which hurt the heart to see                                                                                                                   

                                                especially for anyone who bore the wit    for witness

they were hopelessly tied at the hips  the three

the alert one intently eyeing and capturing everything she spied

and trying  spasmodically  to get it all out ataonce

that she saw from under her blunt dark bangs

it seemed likely her brain never once evoked a limit to singular things

and its despotic collusion

                                           fervently made collisions of her anxiety and feveredness   

who worked themselves madly in her sharp green eyes

                                                             the oblivious one

insidiously taxed the alert one

he was utterly careless

without boundaries

although fast to agitation when his oblivion was interrupted

and particularly if prying eyes fell on the ample third of their clutch

                                                                                 oblique jealousy was then his raiment

a physical juggernaut   his Now spearhead

his face was wounded and bruised

its scars  testament to the fiery surliness he possessed that did not need provocation

anymore then him knowing it needed to be mete

         

a brilliant redhead   

a consuming flame at a matchs head

                                                                                                               and lastly the third

the ensembles anchor angel and warm loam

its Earth goddess   Pietà

sexual   and obese

                                                                                                   

her beatific face was unsettlingly  and small against the rest of her head 

its blueblack matted hair

and surfeit jowls

             

She was who he coveted

and somehow  extraordinarily  knowing this covetedness

not that she should

she relentless plied her sexuality with a childlike innocence and provocative ease

as if she would take all comers and afterwards lick her fingers one by one having eaten

with her hands

they hadnt a choice of their inborn circumstances

they were results

and walking by them

upsetting them with his presence and his only momentary involvement       his Hello

Its a fine day isnt it

  

in that brief while  kindly deflecting her seduction  effacing his aggression  calming 

her fever   he worried

                                        worried that the many passersby  either making wide berth

averting their eyes or skirting  ignoring them altogether

minimizing them 

that they felt That

 

and That made their bonds all the more impenetrable 

                                                                                               and more desperate

they let his invasion pass unscathed

and immediately outside their sphere

he disappeared

unwitted

into their yellowcarameled light of late afternoon

  

1650,  Monday,  27  10. 14

1303,  Tuesday,  28  10. 14