The sweetness
creeps up
in the costume
of a lecherous joke
rooted in lust
or maybe just –
what would
happen
if we showed our
fondness.
In this case, if
I pinned my hair
for the better
part of a winter,
learned liquor,
kept weapons in my belt.
Sweet one in his
velvet suit,
walking home
from jail.
Old wolf at it
again but
more kind
this time.
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