Distracted by the irresistible,
misleading is how you stole my heart.
Not just sleight of hand, no, plenty of it.
Grand larceny I’ll never report. Nor admit.
I prefer to believe I’m worth stealing.
Not only worth stealing but worth keeping.
You and your magicians’ patter
treating me like a helpless audience of one
(oh, I’m helpless, I’m your audience of one.)
You whisper to me, in my ear, how personal!
“I have too many kisses, I blow them into the air
hoping they will find you, come closer,
wouldn’t you prefer to steal some from the source?”
And you bite me. On my ear. I’m your fool.
A Killer And A Scholar
He had a spider web tattoo on his elbow,
a holograph of an eye on his lapel,
his complexion was smooth and uneven,
a killer and a scholar, you could tell.



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