blue velvet dress

I must confess

I’m the devil 

in a blue velvet dress

writing pagan poetry 

detailed impeccably

unnerved by inconsistency

idle hands, indian giving

its worth admitting 

when my axis shifts

I go tumbling down

a technicolor rabbit hole 

misconceptions counted

by an invisible metronome

landing in a menagerie

of careless flattery

where rejection is both 

a bottle marked poison 

and the filigree silhouette 

of a skeleton key

a. duncan, 2018

 

 

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

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