By S. Fisher -- smeltfisher@hotmail.com
Date: 19 March 2000
One Night Stand
ONE NIGHT STAND
You fit your stereotype
In your dress, and your address.
I suppose I did, too.
And I suppose we were attracted
To the idea of opposites attracting.
What a mistake.
The afterglow
Of the passion bonfire
Illuminated the dark outlines around you,
The dark shadows in me.
"It's just a way of keeping score,"
You,
Finger to cheek, dolled up your greed.
"How much more, how many more?"
I, shook off your narcotic fog,
And awoke from moral palsy,
Surrounded by a bunch of expensive nonsense
That you will never use.
You scolded me
With your grafted-on smile,
And batted jaded eyes
From underneath a fortnight
Of Maybelline blush-on:
"Oh. Are we going to talk politics now?"
My debauched simple siren...
The battle lines are drawn.
They were drawn long before
You, as a young girl, learned to take.
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