Lust
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Little Red Riding Hood’s looking at the wolf,
The Wolf is behind a newspaper,
dragging on his fag,
with two telephoto lens cameras,
whom he calls Hansel and Gretel,
hanging on his sides,
Red knows he’s waiting.
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Little Red Riding Hood’s staring at the wolf,
The Wolf is holding a newspaper,
smoking a cig,
with two wide angle cameras,
whom bring the bread crumbs,
draped about his sides,
Red unwraps her cloak,
it falls on the floor like a crumpled semi,
Red crawls onto the bed,
the silk sheets against her thighs;
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Red dances in front of the fountain,
A shrine to grandmothers, and the earth,
Red steps in the cool water,
Its cold embrace embracing invasively,
The shimmery metallic mermaid-scale coins slide under her feet,
The waters reflect her face,
Red wishes . . . a wish . . .
