Effigy
She stuck into me like a shard;
“Pick me up,” she said.
I liked the way she beckoned;
She liked the way I bled.
She had the look that ruined gods,
With dark eyes and a temptress air.
She set fire to my virgin Eden,
And I burned within in her stare.
And so I took her by the hand—
She was broken as clean as a bone.
She said “I am empty, forsaken;”
“I am tired of being alone.”
My enigma,
My sexual effigy;
Jarred from a distant dream.
My inebriation,
Forbidden love,
My incomparable supreme.
I watched her wipe the lipstick onto her forearm,
And let her draw me into herself.
All night I held her, sleepless,
As the numbness began to quell.
For the first time I felt something quiver,
And burst like an unfettered dream.
When she woke, we lie there,
Open.
Then it was time for me to leave.
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