27.3.10

a tango (pinot-noir) tastes like this


in a frenzy
pushing buttons to get balanced
equivocally spinning
distracted creations and the questions

un devoted, un recruited
just words floating about
 taking turns
in putting you down

and then the basics
bare tastes lurking beneath
minimum remains
all particulars
all too flirtatious with her mistresses
                              and masters
                                        masculine
combating perceptions too prude to eat
prove she can
she will
she does
she fails
she can
she cannot can not

but the red nails : the difference
polished, bleeding, or bloodied?
there goes the difference


switched
on a frenzy.

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