To the blonde, cigarette dangling from
red lips in the blue Chevette— in a past life
I courted you in Egypt ,
we danced, your
neck like Nefertiti’s as furiously we made
love— lived together, also, in Pompeii , & your
volcanic thighs took me sky-high. Now, here
you are again, pale cool flat diamond
eyed, I am ravishing you, we never think
of New Jersey ,
murder, mortuaries, what’s
ugly, fleeting, as the light goes green it
is all in the set-ness of your face forever—
frissons, fireworks in someone’s mind.
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