Jason J. Marchi  . . .


Byline Magazine

January 1988

















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He Never Told

Eight times so beautiful

That's how fair she was

And he was the first to know it.

He met her only once

On that silver summer night

Under the silent trees

In the hours before dawn.


She had obsidian eyes

To hold his reflection,

And slender legs

To rub against his.

A ruby mouth,

And fine, fine hair

And silk she'd weave

So splendidly as her nightly work.

She weaved for him

This silvery castle

Making a home for him to find.

And when he arrived

She gladly spun him up to her

Under an impartial moon.


No one saw, no one knew

He made love to her and died.

Kept it to himself

How complete he'd felt,

And how the light made her look

So ripe, so radiant

Eight times so beautiful.


"Jason, REALLY enjoyed your poem in the January Byline. What talent! Keep up the good work."

- Diane Curtis Regan

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