You try and
That’s the truly heinous act,
.
With your wedding dress
Cut low exposing
The sides of explosive,
Decadent breasts,
.
Or coming up to me in the bar
Looking like
.
The surface of the sun,
Rapaciously inundating my senses
With the horrors of nature and
The dizzying orchard of woman’s beauty.
.
You squeeze my arm on the cook’s line,
Looking at me with slow,
Patient, steady and burning blue eyes,
.
In your Facebook picture
You’ve got your hand
Around your guy’s neck,
Your old guy and
.
I see him in my thoughts as you
Take refuge in your blinding glass case.