I am ever second son.
The casual eye to the butcher.
The black door is mine.
For her, shooting war.
Such torrid is life.
Thy will be done.
Yours humble servant.
It is night and
mine eager is telling.
She warrior bride.
There fraction
on the campus.
There is caste, lover.
She is present on the yard.
---- Hall girls are to kill for.
Body politic make
it to the death.
Rival draw knives
in the wood.
Land Locked campus. G©
II
You dress for me
once in her life.
I know with her shoulders.
You want used to me.
All the role play.
Eyes wide yours
tell tale prerogative.
I’m disparate wretch.
General alarm:
there will be blood.
The pall of the metropolitan
is deep and wide.
Sun light dust. Flies.
How now consecutive hours.
I know with her shoulders.
Hardly creature comforts.
Her leavings
on the arena.
I bird dog her
when the games up.
Mutual tension apt flesh.
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