By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 4 June 1999

code of honor

kill me and get it over with
    let the games begin
   crook your finger
     so that i
     can tiptoe
   over the edge
     and into
    your abyss
  smile the smile
    that masks hell
  hand me a hello
   that is wrapped up
    in a whole lot
       of nothing
    don't torture me
      with a slow
    friendly seduction
      that falls short
          of true
     don't be the Sunday sun
      melting butter
    on my pancakes
        be the one
       I know
   to watch out for
     an obvious enemy
      with open arms