in this mystery



this mystery

you are fast

fast as the bonneville

salt flats, but with

so many more curves

you are taking romance

with lips that bend around

words like they are nuances

on a fortune cookie

there are no questions

only moral dilemmas

and they are like a storm

coming off the ocean

off the west coast

of a Caribbean island

there is the romance

you walk away from

and there is the torrid intrigue

you fall into like rhythm

that takes you to pleasure

that takes chances

that doesn’t hid behind

a pet weakness for desire

the desire to have it all

but not to offer up anything

in this mystery

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