The Harlequin and the Columbine, in anger and desire
Red and white devil, God hath
given you one
face, the same you
cake with cherry make-up every day before you
smile wide and slide on
those tight spades, my heart and diamonds
Damn, your body is criminal!
and I get animal the way
I can’t stand
not to run my hands all over you whenever you’re
near
by
Beautiful is not the right word
because beautiful
doesn’t PISS ME OFF and i can
never tell
which of your guns is the loaded one
(and which one you just
flash
for fun)
hush…
Stun me with your sly lips, illegal
hips and eyes that
never hesitate to
let me in
just for an instant
to glimpse all those terrible
things inside
You have no idea how many
men i’d kill, pills
i’d shill and
graves i’d dig
or days I’d live
behind bars
just to drive your
getaway car
and get you
to think those terrible thoughts
about me
Thank god there is an internet for things like this to be published on.