Nets
Vulgar sweet perfume in thick glass bottles And an aura of grey cigarette smoke Hazing the pale damsel; Strengthening her mysterious, black and white reign. Cold hands on the balcony with martini During Los Angeles hail with lightening And thunder. Transparent, thin bed sheets like nets that capture me; Leave me hers. Deceptive and lying; Hypnotizing with vanilla lovely, nicotine ugly breath. Her laced, colorless self with feet dressed in heels Emitting sagacious and shrewd intuitions With grace....