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Jun 2018
A woman standing
Blissfully selling deceit
Sun kissed fully
From slender shoulders
To well handled feet
What she is peddling
Is a quick death for you
Which
Of course
Is a crime scene of hope
For me

A woman laying
Down a road of cobbled debt
Jobless & unfettered
Pain
Gracefully understood as necessary
Helps to part the clouds
& lips
Of course the Jameson doesn't hurt
In that moment to forget
What is said
Is set
& time
That *******
Will tell you
I'm the best friend
You wish you never met

A woman bracing
Silhouetted in darkly rash
But honest words
Naked underneath that kimono
Making me speak my promo
Branding a man like me
Unkempt
But well deserved
Ad hoc
You can take from the candy jar
Desire is a form of greed
Only make what you can serve

A woman thinking
Too hard about a man
Who in all regard
Is selfish
A man so allergic to control
& escape
Particularly shellfish
Thinking is the first mistake
Dealing with a copy of an original
A print out of print
Try before you buy
You don't want to sell for less

A woman beautiful
Like the trees in the fall
Littering your mind with challenges
Blowing down a house made of straw
Standing before a man
Outlining perfection
No need of masculine protection
Leaving the scoundrel
***** soaked in awe
This is where you belong
My dear
In the fantasy of it all
Because you mean woman
Which means too much to me
This game we play
Is still too close to call
Max Barsness
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Max Barsness  34/M/Los Angeles
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