My dear madam
who is this goddess you worship
with whom you collude tete a tete deriving
plans voluminous and fanciful creating
a veritable amusement park full of
illusory merry go rounds and dizzying
roller coasters upon which you ride begging me
to attend to jump on your wild fling
a glass of wine you say when
only a bottle will do to elevate
flirty banter into the heights of mighty discourse and
lofty rhetoric where upon age and beauty as the subject
blend into seamless panoramas of Davidian sunsets and Jacobean
dawns but your goddess joins the fray whispering in your ear
delusional scripts while she lounges on your shoulder a thing of beauty
a Machiavellian nude pecking at your wondrous hair but as is my
wont I take your hand and s’il vous plait et non et de rien disappear
bound up in goddess’ entrails splattered as she falls back into heaven
©kcasady2017
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