She, Devil

Two gropes away

from these

perilous lips,

and wilted hearts–

enough for the lemons,

jolt me awake!

 

Devil of she,

girl with no name–

of gloved hands,

can’t grasp your handles–

wants to swallow

your gum

and spirits.

 

Trade provocation,

slide her back down to one–

whiteless red,

backless threads–

loosen her dress,

devil of she–

lovely,

just what you need.