She had alarming predilections: finger-painted
walls in fuller lurid tints than even her peculiar skin
evinced, with its disturbing range of violets and pinks
and blues: she was a grand mélange of coalescing
perturbations, swarming hues: visited by strangers,
labeled strumpet, grew her hair into a trumpet into which
entire souls divulged their vagrant fears: her hidden ear
took in the whole of everything: she was the creature
to confess to – to profess to – to lay out the spread,
and picnic on it with you until both of you were fed.
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