Monday, April 22, 2013

No Time for Mortal Love II



She smiled, smoldered and asked
for a few of my vices. I told her,
by tomorrow she might be one.
She asked for a demon;
I gave her a congregation
of woes and smoky devils
pirouetting out of bottles
like horny bourbon genies.
In this moment
we were vulnerable
to a staggering degree.

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