classless act

she left me waiting smooth
with the deadly sin and with
bone-lazy words' fragrance
vectored onto moon's shafts

she left me long for you, —
this enigmatic lady fantasy
with her so long discussions,
and with the wrong divinity

she left me to induce
woman's grammar that I am
in the breath's exponent of
man's grammar that you are

she left me to let you
to do me to do you a holiday
with my love's damnation
from cellar to end floor of lust

she, through its classless act
took my hell by ceding it to you,
you, from a mythical realm
where always, i'll defy to come


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