Hither and thither,
She lay there in a pool of leaves – withering,
Two feet, and arms – none
Slithering – it crawled and it gawked.
Love was lost – the night, under the waning moon
It paled and then peeled – like a old racketeered commodity
It’s like a whoring slut – it shone!
Muse, that’s all that’s she was
No strings attached – he was looking for a fling
And she hooked – like catnip juice
She fell in love – he got his lust.
Love – was it?
Lust it was – she was the clown that got played
A broken heart lust affair – fun, wasn’t it?