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CSI

She spins in tight circles
flashing her wonders of three
she lets in the night
coquettish and willing to tease

smoke splices her air
apparent,
weaving and grabbing the need
it's not wanton
but wanted

ropes can't hold back life
cutting the tension
a sharpened knife
splaying her swaying cage

animalistic, fetishistic but smooth
engrafted, tenebrous, the room
topped
long arms whipped

the willows scratch at the window
watching without
leather remains on the floor

glasses shattered, shards cut
blood lets
red, not wasted
one drop
cleaned up