Scrofulous deceiver, he will
hide the taboo thing –
pet it like a sexual anomaly –
bring it quickly out to sniff it,
sneak a peek at it in crowds:
then slip it back into the folds
of his variety of baggy dirty
blouses, pants and shrouds,
voluminously pocketed
for secrecy. Invisible as smell,
this keeper of allurements
from your potent private hell
resides inside the heart
of you, safe in knowing
he is viscerally part of you.
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