frosting

i rather like the idea
of the dark secret
of the imperfect
housewife smile masking
hard desire
instincts of flight
in a perfectly coiffed
world
style and grace
begging for a closet
encounter

i rather like the idea
that things are so predictably wrong
the power
of the social has lead
to sweetness and dreams
in the dirtiest forms.

tempted

and he's a boy
with a heart
with a kiss
with a tongue
with a miss
and a piss
and a start
and a gun
he's a boy
with a soul
with a fire
who's a liar
with a start
and a part
of a mind
just like mine
with a fence
and a sense
apprehens
ive
run
with a pain
and a stain
of blood
and a gun
such a male
with the bail
and a sail
and a
run.