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Subject: {ASSM} [sapphic] Three Poems by Dryad
X-Original-Subject: {ASSM} Three Poems by Dryad
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<1st attachment, "pantomime.txt" begin>

The Pantomime
By Dryad (copyright 1991/2002)

A pantomime-
in a New York park
juggles brightly colored balls
and entertains children past dark.

She never utters
a single word.
The children laugh,
but she's never heard.

She paints her face white.
the clothes she wears are black.
She hides himself behind them.
She's afraid they'll see the cracks.

The children's favorite trick
has to be the glass box.
And as she hammers at the sides,
its society she mocks.

I am the pantomime.
I'm the one who hides.
I'm the one no one hears.
I'm the one caught inside.


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<2nd attachment, "resistance.txt" begin>

Resistance
by Dryad (copyright 1997)

Stand on a beach.
Waves lapping my toes.
My arms held-
open.
The ocean begins to churn.
A voice cries out,
"Resist! Resist!"
But resistance is futile.
The waves drown it out.
Silencing it.
I feel the waves of my own passion; longing
toss me about
until I feel myself
drowning--
drowning
into you.
 

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<3rd attachment, "thescent.txt" begin>

 The Scent
By Dryad (copyright 1997)

The scent of you is engrained
within every pore of my skin.
I breathe deeply,
and taste you on my fingers.
Memories that water cannot wash away.
Absolution doesn't exist in this plane,
this place.
It goes away,
unneeded. 
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