that
devil
on ure
shoulder
blows
hotly
in my
ears
hissing
to me
nitely
drowning
out my
tears
he
tells
me
all
about
u
&
all
i
want
to
hear
is
how
divine
ure
valentine
of
ill
repute
was
well
defined
&
calibrated
sanctified
&
elevated
like
these
hips
u
consecrated
like
those
lips
accentuated
from
the
sudden
suck
of
air
pursed
&
cursed
&
left
to
swear
un
prepared
for
truth
or
dare
where
only
feats
of
fraud
can
win
ure
sorrow
ends
&
mine
begins