he had the authority
without the license
to create emotions.
a twisted sheet of paper
held to a flame
an implosion
of released chemicals.
it'd be that easy
put two words
and soak the oil up
like a paper towel,
an addict
breathing her illtimed fix.
sowing saliva seeds,
sweet deceit,
a trail of ignorant pleasure.
charming as chocolate
crude as rock salt
heavy as cream.

scarlet light
born of her new world
extasy paper thin,
razor sharp
blocks her senses
his slow dance of seduction
as he swims through the deep waters
of her emotions
did he touch
the bottom of trust
or scrape the surface
six weeks and
now at the bleachers
shifts her feet
through trampled
paper cups
all alone except
for the sweepers
a scrawled apology
on mustard stained napkin
all alone except
for the sweepers