Cocaine pétrole fumes
haze lit lighted litany;
burns veraciously –
creeps upward, smokeless incense,
like a rose twists her bit thigh
thorn – torn. Dress up high
head bobs back gulped sentences;
tearing at her clothes,
rhyming cocaine wet’s lips kissed
pink full of curve’s smitten love.
©mullen 2017
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