My rules

we flirted by email and finally met
I thought you were the shiniest yet
 
my two rules “No bum sex. No pain”
you stuck to the first rule without a stain
 
the second rule a tougher test
I fell to hell from idolatry’s crest
 
first night spent, our bed of pleasure
no man breathing's had headier leisure
 
but as is often the real world case
like no angel I was fucked from grace
 
less a fall than an opening of eyes
I, mere woman, to your surprise
 
steeped in past lovers lost-love songs
filled with screams for other mens wrongs
 
yet still in me now a picture lingers
your basest being wrapped in my fingers
 
clean white sheets and cigarettes
full-lipped love of lust-wet sex
 
all small reason to re-invite trouble
but reason enough to see ghosts in the rubble
 
you left me as a poor-chosen bet
goodbye lover, my shiniest yet