she lured him into
longing
she had him paint
her feet
it was all a ruse
she crafted to ensure
her ends would
meet

but this male-form
Cinderella -- built strong
& Southern sweet
held her slippers as
she stumbled drunk into
the street

he held her close those
****** nights
when she'd lost all
her teeth
he picked up all her
broken parts
& turned them into
wreaths

"we each have our
own path,"
he said on acid
at the lake
so she dug a trail
in the sand
& lent her hand for him
to take

oh, what passion
left within their
wake
enough for the gods
to tremble and
shake
as they sigh and
they moan
& they bend and
they break
may the earth dance
in tremors
from the love that
they make


& the seasoned girl
smiles
with her shiny new
grin
at the boy who had
lured her
into loving once
again