Indecently Yours
Almost indecently
Too good to be true
She would work on him discretely
In both monochrome and glue
However
Let us not pretend
Or kid ourselves
We each belong in different hemispheres
You and I
Whilst I am
Loosely bound by some psychosis
You are clearly tethered
To an ocean and to the sky
We belong on separate pages
You and I
But just to be on the safe side
Suck it and see
He said
Cut it and bleed
She bled
Then having bled
She placed a silver flute between her lips
And took a sip of alter wine
Only then did she concede
To join the cult and dance a jig upon
Both his wand and on mine