Temptress


A soft, unbidden temptress
scrapes my mind against
the gutter's unlatched gate.
Confusing the right with the wrong,
that with which she herself bathes in,
just before a strike.
As if knowing my thoughts,
she rapes my memory,
ripping open the heart of my only pride-
The solitude that became the wife,
sleeping by my side.

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