Dances
like a spinning top
On
fire from within a volcano of angst and stressful retaliation
Nothing
tires her out except thinking about the next day and the scheduling of empty
spaces
Met
her in a roomful of mirrors and black eyed peas
I
was the one hiding in plain sight
She
was the one eating a burger and fries in the middle of the joint
We
do our very best to pretend we’re not pretending
Of
course being scared straight has both its advantages and disadvantages when
you’re being graded on a curve and slippery slopes are still all the rage
When
I brought up the possibility of lubrication she said it would not be necessary
because she was wetter than a kid’s waterpark in the middle of a sweltering August
I
like my martinis medium dry, lemon peel. Shaken not stirred
I
like my women black and as mysterious as Agatha Christie inspired and
intoxicated
I
believe they’re the cradle of civilization and messing with that only gets you
feeling more alone as the world weighs upon you like a cartoon safe or pink
elephant
Dances
like a nation in revolt, seeking sweet, untainted asylum
Makes
it up while she goes along because her improvisation will beat your planned
attacks every day of the week including weekends
No
one will ever get the best of her because she holds her cards close to her magnificent
breasts and only lowers her guard when convinced there are no crocs in the advancing
waters.
Charles Cicirella
4/1/17 
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