She had legs that reached up to the ceiling and stretched way back down to the floor
she had eyes that could outvenus Venus but the man in me wanted much more,
like a sharp and quick wit
answers that split me
questions that lit me up
and spun me around like a Catherine wheel
so it turned out to be that she was for me the real
thing, the doo hickey,
the absolute deal.

And whether by luck or by fate or
maybe just a trick of the night
what was and what could be
she was truly
a sight to behold.

*** is a weapon of choice
but a choice nonetheless and so
I progress through the debris which
was of my own making
freeing my prisoners, taking
the blame and
putting my name to past
misdemeanours
means
I can move on with my life