Cauldron Anthology Issue 9: They Who Were Spurned cauldron9finalproof | Page 36

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Ang ela Ca lli st e r
I’ve had others. twist at the base and
Pale impressions. oh,
Barely there – some lived and died at home. there it is,
My lips were silent for so long. the crimson tip.
No taint, no show.
Start lightly at the swell. Bold strokes embrace the curve,
the very cupid’s bow.
I knew his form.
Tight. Patent black, zipped to the jaw.
This velvet wound.
All his amours, so stained.
Adorned.
Veneers, disdained.
Prefers un âge certain
I take the lid – non, not like that!
(but only if she pays).
Comme ci... and feel the closing click
A wine-black tongue.
The story of her face. that leaves me in the afterglow.
Vanilla teeth from café
noir, perhaps a cigarette – so very French - And walking down the street,
strangers read my lips
He takes my money.
and know.
Bien sûr, plastic’s fine -
and so I join his list of loves.
Placed on my waiting hand,
arouses, twitches,
pull lightly at the cap, hold shining shaft in fingers
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