Klara

Glimpse a smile from one who knows
The power of all resides in her touch
Glimpse the plushed velvet of her ankle
The imperfect perfect ness of that swelling

Shirker of carnal candy maker, laugh
Narrow your eyes and destroy the stolen glimpse
Shirker of bruised egos and dented wallets
Sentimentality never visited your church

Meander close to me with that macabre heart
Dazzle me with the threat of uncertain violence
Meander across the plane of oops-that-felt-okay
Breakfast isn’t just for breakfast anymore