she began with a warning,

polished pennies make for poor coin

in the house of desire.

but, the clink of ice drives distorted

visual pleasure and

draws an audible whisper.

wallflowers creep up paper thin walls,

strapping themselves to bright lights,

and spinning themselves

into faint tizzy,

breathless dizzy,

incongrous busy.

“lost and ye shall find”-type characters

wade in the deep waters of supposed sin

searching for purifying solace

in lonely arms.

anyone and anything becomes

everyone and nothing,

no one and all things,

singulars and plural.

destiny becomes free will and

change a trivial intermission

of magnaminous proportion,

nuzzled in between the tender kisses of

an angel and a devil.

Tentative Dismiss welcomes a mating call,

a bold gesture she becomes,

a tempt of unimaginable crescendo

accelerating to a level

ascending time and space.

there is brief respite in the anonymous magic

of hidden identity, but

the power of enthralling liberation

chains quickly,

locking,

securing, and

sealing the drunk promises of

sober renouncements.

so, she ends with a somber caution,

polished pennies make for poor coin

in the house of desire.