 | | 03/02/2015 20:51
Sur le blog My Kingdom for a Hat
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My second burlesque festival costume, plus an original poem (which was also published in Vogoff last fall)
She watches men fall apart in her
hands and her sex
puts them back together
but only for a moment:
only until the bucks and moans
have shaken them loose again.
She rocks them to sleep with hands
like lace that might as well be steel
and fondles her dirty pearls when
they drop off,
waiting to hear them beg.
“Don’t leave, don’t leave”; their murmurs
set the cadence of the night,
control straight to her lacy hands,
and she smiles: Forever is her
favorite word....
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