Fond gold of full summer Moon kisses skin like smitten Sun.
Under heaven's favor en route to the crowded concourse
my heart was pure, no expectation polluted
blood flooding my body with tenderness.
Doors opened and there she stood
exquisite as a deposed Queen.
Never so stunning in white
that bound and abashed.
Kings long passed slaughtered thousands
for a woman's favor and I understood.
To dishevel her hair I threw the top down.
The stereo blasted to nix small talk.
Inhuman to look so captivating.
Incensed, I punctuated a terse "goodnight"
with violent embrace.
Home,
spirit and sense snuffed,
I curled like smoke
under red sheets
and dreamt massacre.
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