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2 women

she swirls in a rainbow. the radiance of her chromatics lights up
the night when she walks the sinister streets.
she’s strictly black&white. it makes the pornologic romance of
her poetry mono-clastic noir.

summer wine we drank, & I thought about the grapes, how it
must hurt to be crushed.
whiskey bullets in a divebar where I picked her up. a scandalous
passion that I tasted on her lips when I kissed her.

she was a courtesan, an artisan of bewitching perversions. funny
how she let herself sink to my level.
she avoided resplendent hotels & chapterhouse literarians for
back-of-the-barrens drifters & one-night stands, & she dragged me
into the dirt.

she was open in her sexual fetishes & nude displays, but she kept
a dark secret inside her. something I could never find.
she only made it with men who had my face. she was desperate.
to be adored. to be loved.

it was her eyes, I suppose. I was being taken to a place where I didn’t
want to go.
it got to that point. I hated myself. hated her.

my lover & executioner she is. the siren lyrics of her torch song will
burn me to oblivion, but I keep going back.
I loved her.  and I walked away…

(Artist unknown)

Written by JohnFeddeler
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