The sound of allure is round in her mouth--
words flit about on the air of her breath;
vowels are sighs and consonants
her caress--she's smooth in her
part--so soothes my heart.
I'm not interested, Lady--
not today, no thank you.
What I don't say as her tone
transforms into dial-tone silence,
is that I'm sold on her, not her service.
There, in her soul, the code of my purpose--
her signal was loud and clear--still, she slipped
away.
©2009 RA
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