i
girls with guard dogs at spike-heeled feet
lips to kiss fire, still semi-sweet

ii
dirt black coffee on a fine tipped tongue
and spiderwebs only half unspun

iii
dead roses in flowercrowns and tangled thorns
and white bedsheets, handcuffs, lingerie unworn

iv
tempest springtime to summer’s rest
and flowers of lovers laid on deathbeds