Neon cascade washes her
peroxide-blonde raven black,
silhouettes at the shoulder.
Dark lashes open/close as each new actor,
touches, tastes, and kills his ardour.
Confectioner’s shop with plastic display,
barley sugar lips, candy floss hair,
eyes lozenge-grey.
Walking,past the green youth in the theatre square,
to the striptease-joint, where raincoats stare,
through alcoholic or excited haze,
for the long-legged lady in black-net.
Her hair entices you.
Her hips seduce you.
Her backside confuses you.
Her sway draws you.
When you walk with her
you walk in fields of fire.
When you lay with her
the flames lick your body.
When you join with her
you are left a pile of ash....
Good!
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