Lust
Lust- a piece of pyrite for fools to love
While we all hide urges to grasp for zippers
A grandfather clock strikes 12
October is up, the costumes must come off
With a love that hides in soft laundry
A pink petal amongst withered magnolia
‘Round and ‘round the record player spins
Playing a romance language not heard in Spanish class
A relationship as vital as milk to an infant
And a permanent California tan that never fades away
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