red yellow green pale
singled into the centermost sleaze
insensate potent and impolite
fingers as if formed in air
now hissing like a firing squad
now to breach the lavish lacework
of the night's soft hair
and strip every vestige there.
naked she looks away
(horrified the more to be leered at by demons,
or by God's own eyes of incest?)
the clock strikes half past eight
and i move along. to be honest,
i see no cause to invent stories further,
she is heroine enough who smuggles her heart through.
ok so i dont particularly like contests, but i whipped this one up in hopes that it would help me break my current bout of writers block.
some tremendous entries in this thread btw!