the giant and her
cloaked in the hides of seven bears
mauled by his bare hands,
his high, hunched shoulders hunker forth,
her tender palm engulfed by his mighty paw.
his unkempt mane defines the
hooded silhouette, that masks her form.
his oak-tree legs lumber on
as her lacy limbs take two then leap.
how strange it is that as they maunder
each should hold the other.
how odd that he should see her fragile beauty
and her, his broken heart.
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