~Fallen~

[tectak]

She’d had a rye life,
whisky eyes
seen through ice cube charms,
propped up on a bar stool pedestal
accepting only liquid worship -fine line like others, but in danger of sinking into the obscurity of fine lace in a washing machine full of M and S knickers

no chasers for her,Try a fullstop?

and I caught her eyeDrop the "and". Theline above is not additive in any way
as she swept the bump ‘n’ grind persona
of Friday night whores,
draped Dali like across wide-boys arms.nice persistance of memory

Her half moon smile
tainted by nicotine clouds
as they fought to escape
the confines of an inhale,
and me the rabbit in headlights glare,
tongue tied to this table,In fact, check all punctuation. I am not inclined to. That is your job
nursing a misplaced conception.

She was slick as she oozed
through the waves of melded bodies,
caught in a chimera of sex and music;chimera? Are you sure?
a deep throb within.

Another notch to be nicked
in her playground stick,
a passing phase
in her latest craze,

she was warm in my lap
like a pile of bones before the pyre,
waiting .. just waiting,

and I found I could climb
the ladder of her spine, though her heart
had escaped that cage long ago,
all I could see was my dignity
lying discarded on an unmade bed,

and her proclaiming
“I used to be a lady.”

Like. Could like more but I am not shallow like that. I think needs tightening up more than anything else. You know how.
Best,
Tectak