I saw you over there, lustful man. I braided **** ribbons in my hair so they could make you think of wrists and feet and places of interest. Ribbons of heat curling from the effort of not watching me. The devil leaves a sinful man who fights within himself- The devil leaves the sinful man to battle lonesome. The devil knows what you do not- you'll never leave as victor. I pass my glaze of a glance of sigh of a slight turn- you de-watched me too. That is to say you watched me so tightly you had to un-think me with purpose. You had to descend on those deviant rungs step ginger down, rung by rung by rung and you stopped half way between me up here and me down there. and oh! what a glorious place you stopped. The holy place of me- where I am still a Mary and a Magdelene? I've yet to be.
Sahn 3/3/15
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