murderers and sirens

Straight golden blond hair, she hungrily steals my lips with hers,

I let her own them,

My white flag billows with each strand of her scent,

Sirens to my Olfaction.

Long jet-black hair, she walks up an inch away, asks ‘What’s up?’

I turn to her,

Accidental intruder in her palace of fragrance,

Reeks of a Queen.

Wavy chestnut brown hair, she platonically comes in for a hug,

I make it quick and painless,

God forbid I catch a whiff of her poison,

Ether of the Soul.

Curly off-black hair, she travels the contours of my belly with her mouth,

I let her hair loose,

Fission burst of gamma rays zinging like anthrax spores,

Perfume of a Murderer.


Originally written 2.11.12