She rides a lover like
a politician rides a scandal,
flies it high, ties a handle
on it, strokes it, stokes
its hopes, soothes it when
it chokes, glides behind
the plume of toxic smoke
that lust and smoking coke
evoke: she’s not the nicest
girl you’ll ever meet,
but she thinks she’s a treat:
a naked pink and orange
sweetmeat. Unforgivable
transgressions fill a lack.
Anyone who’s ever
had her wants her back.
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